I bought two pairs of Cole Haan shoes while I was in San Francisco, one pair in blue with electric blue soles, and one totally ridiculous pair with gold uppers and white soles, like a clown’s idea of respectable brogues. The latter went away in a cupboard until til now, as I worried that I didn’t have the skills and panache to pull them off. (And, as usual, it takes me an average of six months between buying a pair of shoes and actually wearing them. You don’t want to get them dirty, after all.)
Somehow, sleep deprived after a night of thunderous storms, I was daft enough to put them on.
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Every few years, I realise that the clothes I’ve been wearing for work are wearing out, and I need new ones. In Hong Kong this was quite easy, as I had a good tailor who would produce shirts for me fast and to order. In Singapore, I’ve found it a bit harder. Partly because it’s so hot and humid all the time, the long sleeved shirts that were somehow acceptable in Hong Kong are too hot for here. And partly because when I did have a tailor in Chinatown run me up a batch of ten short sleeved shirts, for some unfathomable reason he constructed them out of the itchiest, least breatheable cotton on the planet, and also made them all slightly too small across the shoulders, so wearing them is a continuous exercise in discomfort.
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