And, yes, I am the world’s WORST photographer. But looking okay for 58. (Yes I took this for J. He only wanted to see the legs. And true to my obstinate nature, you can’t really see them too well, can you?)
I draw your attention to the shoes, though — if you can make them out at all. They are black leather, open-toed, ankle straps, 4 1/2 inch spiked heel…. they are 41 years old!! I bought them in London, in August 1977. Yes, I was 17 years old. And yes, my mom let me buy them. They cost 60 BPS — which, back then was $120. I will never forget that amount bc I was so excited that my mom let me buy them. I don’t think either one of us ever dreamed they were fetish shoes…
Ah well. I have taken very, very good care of them.
I am actually writing TWO novels at once, right now. The Hurley Falls Mysteries and another new one, titled Blessed By Light. And beginning Monday, I start back to (long-distance) work with Peitor on the Helen LaFrance stage adaptation, and still need to finish the revision of the CLEVELAND TV pilot, so gang, I am just super busy right now. But have a super Saturday, wherever you are in the world!! Thanks for visiting. See ya.