Tuesday 20 September 2011

They're spats. I wear spats now. Spats are cool.

I'm not going to say I have too many pairs of shoes as, not only would that be physically impossible but that would also give far too much power to my father and brother, who seem to think three pairs is enough.  All they seem to require is a smart pair for work and other stuff which requires you to be both physically and mentally smart, a pair of trainers for the weekend and training (or if you are reading this in America a pair of sneakers for... sneaking?) and an optional posh pair for use with a suit and events which require you to pretend to be posh.   Now for some, perhaps even most men, I am sure this is enough.  However, for your average girl this is not enough.  What my male relatives don't seem to grasp is that girls don't buy shoes to match events, girls buy shoes to match outfits... which are initially purchased for an event.  As you can imagine this is what leads to a storage predicament.  Well I have the answer to all you shoe fanatics!  The answer is spats.  Spats are perhaps one of the greatest inventions.  Ever.  Perhaps storing the copious amounts of shoes necessary in daily life is just a girl problem, although in this world of the metro-sexual I can only assume it is a common issue which affects many men as well.  Now just take a moment to consider how much easier it would be to store varying amounts of cloth.  A spat can transform any pair of shoes instantly... well instantly once you have got the hang of putting them on.  This means the more spats you buy the more styles of shoes you have.
To conclude this is Rosencrantz instructing you never to be afraid of a good spat.

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