As a teenage surfie chick in the mid-late eighties there were a few key components for maintaining my day to day lifestyle. Pink bicycle for checking the surf at 6am. Pearly-white-with-pink-trim boom box for listening to Take 40 Australia and the Dead Kennedys in my bedroom (before shimmying down the drainpipe to parts unknown for the night). Fluoro pink surfboard. Hair crimper. Life as I knew it wouldn't have been the same without any or all of those, and it definitely wouldn't have been the same without my White Boots.
There we are, white boots resplendent. I'm the one in pink. Gold Coast, 1987.
My BFF and I were completely obsessed with our white ankle boots. Completely. They were central to our entire look, and seeing as we were teenage girls in the absolute worst sense, that made them central to our entire identity as human beings. To this day "white boots" is a touchstone for the pair of us, one of the endless layering of in-jokes we've built up around us over the decades. I knew I'd mentioned them here before (the boots, not the in-jokes) so I did a search the other day and then found myself falling down a rabbit hole of my own creation in the back blocks of my blog. It's funny reading old posts, it's a bit like visiting a distant cousin, someone who's sort of familiar, but also basically a stranger. Like, who on earth is this chick?
I may question her choice of footwear, but she looks friendly and happy, and that's more than I can say for this piece of work here:
Before I started this blog, I had a sort of "what I wore today" diary going on an online forum for a little while, this photo dates from that era and I'm pretty sure this is the historic First Outfit Selfie I Ever Took. Dress and boots five bucks total from the op-shop down the road in Bondi, heavy duty maternity bra visible, photo taken on our old video camera in stills mode balanced on the tray of the little dude's high chair, bowl-style fringe cut by me. A masterpiece of its kind!
Just who are these two fresh-faced young people? Dear little things!
I found the First Outfit Selfie photo in my photobucket today, on another rabbit hole vortex mission looking for wedding photos, as per a family request. Our actual wedding photos are in storage, and since they were shot on film and the scans are on a computer which is also in storage, I had to go rummaging through the thousands and thousands of pictures in my photobucket to fill the brief. I whiled away at least an hour in there, because it is an absolute smorgasboard of baby and toddler little dude cuteness. Oh the adorableness, it is excessive!
I restrained myself from posting any one of the approximately eighty five billion baby little dude photos in my possession, and just chose this one, because it never, ever fails to make me laugh. This is the little dude at the grand age of one hour old, clasped in the arms of his proud father, and they have EXACTLY THE SAME FACE. Just one of them is really, really small. Human cloning, it is not science fiction. Also, can you see the t-shirt my husband is wearing, with the axes and killer vampire ghost things? I packed that for him to wear after the birth. Clearly I was in a panicky my-waters-just-broke state of mind and grabbed whichever shirt was on the top of the drawer. So all the photos of newborn little dude and his new parents include some kind of horrifying screenprinted ghost vampire axe massacre as well. Apt, really!
PS. All of that was touched off by these Jeffrey Campbell white leather boots, acquired on sale in Melvin for $95. I have no idea what the original RRP was. Now I just need the lacy socks.
PPS. Someone asked me about this the other day, so I thought I'd explain since it's an old joke from time long past around here - if you hadn't worked it out already, Melvin is really Melbourne. When we moved to Melbourne years ago, the little dude pronounced it Melvin, I started saying (and typing it) that way too, and it still amuses me, so I still use it. Clear as mud!