If you are anything like me, one of the best bits about blogging is comments, chatting with other bloggers. Without comments from other bloggers, it’s a lonely old hobby. I have a friend who blogs and she said that when she started out a couple of years ago, it felt like she was belting out karaoke krooners on stage and nobody was saying a word. Hell! The silence was deafening. She is now a blogging bombshell diva. But this post is not about her, it’s about me!
There are some real friendly and supportive bloggers out there…and some flirty ones! 😉 Being no novice at flirting myself, at first I was keen to jump in feet first to the old online flirting game. However, my gorgeous stallion of a man Benjamin O’Connor and I had a little discussion about the ins and outs of blogging and we came to a mutual agreement that I ought not get too carried away.
Ben is supervising this site, keeping an eye on my posts so I don’t blow our cover (I’m ribbing you) and monitoring comments. He did something so sexy recently. He said a blogger had left offensively vulgar comments on a couple of my posts. So he trashed them. Why do I find it such a turn-on that Ben wants to be my protector?
Anyway…this post is about a good guy I chat with. Ben approves of him and I think a lot of you know him, perhaps flirt with him, too. That would be Gentleman Dave. Recently, Dave and I almost had a falling out though. That would be when Dave insinuated that I would allow a pair of BUNNY SLIPPERS to be on my feet. So in honour of Dave’s scandalous slur, I thought I should set the record straight and publish an expose on Jenna Kirkpatrick’s shoe fetish…which does not feature any BUNNY SLIPPERS…
As a style icon who makes clothes look good (rather than the other way around) shoes are a pivotal part of my daily deliberations. The wrong footwear can ruin an outfit. The right footwear can set it off. I am a stiletto girl through and through. I started practicing my foxy stiletto walk when I was five years old (with my Mom’s shoes). For work, any social event, or any formal event, you will find me tottering along in stunning stilettos – usually with a trail of admirers and shoe enviers behind me.
However, I am a practical person. I am a believer that clothes and footwear should fit the occasion, So when I am chillaxin at the beach or in the garden, sandals, not just any old sandals, but showstopping sandals, make a change from walking around on my tiptoes and give my calves a rest. Taut calves are always glad to have a day off.
Do I ever dress down? Yes. Yes. I have scruffs….and I have an old pair of sneakers that I wear to go and take the garbage out (when Ben is not here!) or to run across the road to pick up a delivery that had to be left with a neighbour because we were out. Everybody should have some old sneakers for mundane tasks.
But for many of our hobbies and interests I need sturdier footwear. If stilettos are impractical and we are venturing more than a few metres away from my front door I would have to be in boots. I have spent a small fortune on good quality boots over the years. In the winter I trudge around the streets in designer riding boots. If we are going out I wear high suede boots. I have cowboy boots, hiking boots, snow boots. I just love boots!
But Dave’s comment was obviously in reference to indoor footwear. What do I wear within the comfort of our own home? That all depends on what Ben and I are getting up to! I have my favourite stilettos which feature in some of the roleplay scenes that Ben and I enjoy on a night when we have time to play.
But what about those nights when we want to curl up on the sofa and watch a movie, talk about how our day was, share messages we had from relatives or friends, make plans for the next few weeks, or discuss life and the universe – what do I wear? Thick snuggly socks.
Yes…this winter, when our kitchen floor is freezing, when my feet are cold but I want to entangle my legs with Ben’s, when I have been on my feet all day, I will wear thick snuggly socks – certainly not BUNNY SLIPPERS!
Hope we cleared that up Dave. Now, we can put this behind us and pretend my enlightened classy sensational sense of style was not horrified at the mention of animal shaped footwear. I have to mention, it’s only at this point when I remember with a cringe a guy who I met when I was around nineteen years of age. He had monkey slippers. I have an embarrassing story about him. We’ll save that for another day.