Saturday, February 12, 2011

Shoe-bag ladies

One of the common sights in the city are ladies in trainers or flip flops carrying bags for their 'proper' shoes and other items of clothing they would like to wear at work but not during the commute.  These magic bags are like Tardis' in that they seem to have a lot more space inside than you would have thought from the outside.  They are also rather large items; hard to miss, like a Tardis.  Most ladies would have one of these bags and a smaller handbag, and one often finds them juggling the bags while they walk, on the escalators in tube stations, or on the tube.  It seems hard to find things in them as the ladies always seem to have to dig in the bags a long time to find the items they want.

It begs the question why is clothing for the work place so impractical that one needs to carry a wardrobe with one to work in order to be presentable?  For example, why do women wear shoes that are impossible to walk in at work?  Is it more important to look a certain way than to be able to walk properly?  Maybe I am a bit stuck in the mud but I am of the opinion that clothing that are too uncomfortable for a person to function in are not fit-for-purpose and have therefore failed the design test.  If a pair of shoes is meant to be purely decorative, rather than to be worn for walking, then it should be left on display at home (or in the shop).

Thursday, February 3, 2011

A short walk in the morning.


Getting out of bed in the morning is harder than waking up.  In the winter months when its nice and warm in bed, its much easier to succumb to the comfort and warmth offered by the duvet than to emerge and face the struggle into a robe that has been left out in the cold.  Having a shower is nice; coming out of the shower is not.  In contrast to all this, walking out of the house into the cold, crisp morning is rather pleasant.  Being woken up by natural light and having your head cleared by chilled air is a good way to start the day.  So much so that it is worth walking a little distance to a bus stop a bit further away from my usual one, just to be able to enjoy this for a while longer.  There are a number of schools down my street and its cheering to hear the sounds of children chatting and laughing on their way to lessons.  An extra 5 minutes of pleasure before its time to focus on the day ahead.  This is my favourite time of the year.