Feminist Shoes?

I generally just use Amazon for buying books, but after a weekend of hobbling around town on sore feet, the offer of 25% off 'comfortable shoes' reeled me in. (As someone who works in marketing, I'd love to say that I'm not duped by words like 'discount' and 'comfort', but I am only human after all!)

I found a pair of pumps that I liked for a reasonable price, but I'd never heard of the brand (Naturalizer) before, so I thought I'd look them up...

Now, jumping on the feminist bandwagon is not something I expect to see when I shop for a shoe, but apparently as the "suffrage movement had provided women with new-found freedoms and, as hemlines became shorter and shoes became the focus of fashion, Naturalizer symbolized what modern women had achieved."

I'm not entirely sure that having shoes that are comfortable and - gosh - pretty too is quite on a par with women gaining equal rights to men, including the right to vote (or did I just miss the whole point of suffrage? Did I, per chance, accidentally skim read over the bit about the shoes?!)

It is a pet hate of mine when advertisers/marketers use the women's movement or so-called ideas of feminism to sell products. Usually because it is done on the premise that "now you have all this freedom... to spend your money on crap which will make you more beautiful/happy/popular/all of the above." With the added clause of "And you really should do, because if you don't we'll make you feel bad."

I have no problem with benefit-driven marketing, I know how it works. But sell some benefits that actually mean something, not ones that you have just made up. Shoes are shoes. They are not political, they are not a statement, they are not symbolic of freedom from oppression (other than, perhaps, from the tyranny of blisters!), and they are definitely not something for which women lost their lives!

Needless to say, I probably won't be buying their shoes.

Greatest Dancer

Every time I turn the television on I keep seeing Earth Song and not enough good, dance-around-my-living-room MJ! And although Thriller is ace, I think it's a bit overrated. If you've got a spare ten minutes then watch Smooth Criminal all the way through. Best song, best video and definitely the best choreography!

Obey the mug

My new favourite mug. It can fit a good 2/3 of a pint of tea in it! I like the sentiment too. Buy it here, share the love.

Yarnbombing!

The best way to describe yarnbombing is probably 'knitted graffiti'. It can be anarchic, witty, expressive and fun, but not the least bit as disruptive or antisocial as its older, more notorious relation. If nothing else, it brings a little bit of comfort to a world that is generally, well, not that comfortable right now!

The practice began in Texas, but has rapidly spread across the globe covering buses, trees and lamposts (among other everyday objects) in wool. Now it has come to Manchester's Craft & Design Centre, where Salford-based Art Yarn have established a growing installation (or 'yarnbomb') called Yarn Forward.

Strip by strip they are covering the upstairs handrail with unique, brightly coloured and often fantastical crocheted and knitted designs. But it doesn't stop there. Where ever you look - from banisters to bike racks - there is some little bit of wool keeping it cosy.

You can post your entries in, so you don't even have to be in Manchester, the UK, or go to the Centre to take part (though I would highly recommend it, they have very scrummy cake!)

Here's how to take part:

• Knit or crochet a strip to measure 7cm wide x 40 cm long. Any colour, yarn and technique is accepted, the brighter and wackier, the better.



• Write a small note stating your name and location. This then gets put on a little label and is attached to your work so everyone knows who made it.



• Send it to the following address:
  
  FAO Kelda Savage
  Manchester Craft & Design Centre
  17 Oak Street
  Northern Quarter
  Manchester
  M4 5JD
  
  Or drop them off in person to the office on the 1st floor.

A sneak peak of my first contribution:

Please excuse the freestyle over-stitching. Apparently they look like 'computer hearts', but I think that might just be a diplomatic way of saying 'rubbish'. Either way, I kind of like them.

Happy stitching!

Rain, Rain Go Away

I didn't even have to get out of bed this morning to know that more jolly romps in the countryside were a big no-no. Instead, I went exploring Manchester, rediscovering my favourite places and things, like the echoey Central Library, side streets off Oxford Road and sitting with Alan Turing (well, his statue) in Sackville Gardens.

Memorial to Alan Mathison Turing, 'Founder of Computer Science'. Sackville Gardens, corner of Sackville/Whitworth Street

Lone Space Invader, behind the Palace Theatre, Whitworth Street

I also did a spot of shopping, but unfortunately my eco-friendly paper carrier bags disinegrated in the onpour and I had to stuff a pile of clothes into my bag, which made me look rather like a filthy shoplifter.

There were a lot of people wearing wellies who, I can only assume, were on there way (via several pubs) to Heaton Park for the Oasis gig. Many of them appeared to be drawing phalluses on each others' shoes. It was all rather odd, but each to their own I guess.

I also spotted a lot of these:

Sun Day

The usual response when I tell people that I live/work in Cheshire is 'ooooh, posh!' or 'ooooh, with the footballers?', something along those lines. Just to clarify, I am neither rich nor a WAG. I did, as it happens, spend Saturday afternoon drinking in the sunny garden of an Alderley Edge pub whilst Ferraris and Bentleys drove by, but this is far from typical behaviour. I am just a poor imposter who likes to people watch.

Really, I think that Cheshire has a bit of a bad rep. Sure, there are footballers, mansions, fast cars, people with more money than taste and all that nouveau-riche tossery. But there is also a lot of beautiful, peaceful countryside that surrounds it all.

So yesterday, in search of something better, I went exploring Bosley Cloud (something I've been meaning to do for the last nine months!) It is 1,125ft hill on the borders of Cheshire and Staffordshire and gives 360° views of green fields, lakes and distant towns. Manchester appears just a little geographic anomaly on the horizon and for once I didn't resent feeling a million miles away from the city.

The landscape on this one hill is so varied; from the steep rocky climb up there (aptly called the 'Gritstone trail') through dense, scorched bracken that gave me that feeling of being somewhere foreign - whilst only being 30 minutes from home - and creepy woodland full of dead and disembodied trees, to flowery meadows that bring you right back to where you started out... and through which I was convinced to 'frolic' for photographic opportunities (see below).

All in all a lovely day and a welcome escape from the usual day-to-day grind of work/commute/sleep/repeat. Isn't it funny how everything looks sort of happier in the sun?

Today I have mostly been dressed like a cartoon character...

Yesterday, whilst rooting through piles of vintage tat in Manchester, I came across this awesome red t-shirt/dress/nightie with a pastel pencil embroidery design. It's ace and reminds me of Penny Crayon, she used to draw stuff that came alive and could rub it out to make it go away, which I used to think would be THE best super power.

Continuing my love of bright colours and as two fingers to four days of RAIN - it's spring don't ya know?! - I have been making lovely little felt badges based on my favourite thing (TEA!) and jingly-jangly charm bracelets full of candy coloured buttons.

As my life gets increasingly more stressful (and I approach my quarter century!), I seem to have spent the last few weeks regressing to a sort of childishness where I want to roll around and get my knees dirty, play with felt and buttons, and avoid tidying my bedroom at all costs. Ok, so that latter one may be a permanent fixture, but you get the picture. Where my 8.30 to 5.30pm hours are spent trying to be terribly 'grown up' and 'responsible', I like to fill my 5.30 - 8.30am trying to have fun (and sleeping, of course). So I make things...

There is something so simple and unpretentious about just making things with my own two hands that really appeals to me. I am creative, but I'm not artistic, so I know am never going to be a great artiste. But I was taught by my parents and grandparents to sew, knit, draw, mold, paint and basically just get my hands stuck into anything that would keep me busy, quiet and out of trouble for an afternoon. Twenty odd years on and it still works for me!