Sighkey tells us that they have no White Shoes Rule in the Southern Hemisphere. She does not specify whether this is because they have no white shoes, but is clearly quite serious about the lack of a White Shoes Rule. In fact, a fellow kiwi in her office just flat didn’t believe in it. The ladies at the store had previously joined me in speculating about what holidays you could use in the southern hemisphere to denote white shoe season, and we all agreed that Christmas would be too late, but found ourselves at a disadvantage through our ignorance of antipodean holidays. I thought maybe they could stop wearing them on Anzac day, the significance of which I recently learned, but no, it is simpler than that — they just have no White Shoes Rule at all.
The Poster Queen emails me that Southern girls may wear white shoes from Easter on. I find this a relief, because I did sometimes buy my daughters white shoes to go with their Easter dresses, and I would hate to think that I steered them wrong. And of course sometimes these things change. I was brought up to believe that wearing high heels with trousers made you look like a trollop, but nowadays you see plenty of respectable women doing that. Not me, of course, but I have never claimed to be fashion forward.
Anyone with definitive information on the White Shoes Rule is invited to let us know.
1) Total number of books I own?
Last time I came up with the highly accurate estimate of “a lot.” I see no reason to change this.
2) The last book I bought?
Last week I bought Something From the Oven, Murder Loves Company, The Pleasure of Finding Things Out, and Agatha Raisin and the Haunted House, all at the same time. Had I known that I would be asked the question, I would have watched which one got put into the bag last.
3) The last book I read?
Murder Loves Company
4) 5 books that mean a lot to me?
I had a lot of trouble with this question last time, and I came up with an answer by re-casting the question (I was a good student) into something more like “What books would you take with you to a desert island?” Since I’ve already gotten credit (somewhere, wherever it is that we get credit for post-school answers) for that answer, I’ll give a frank answer now. There really aren’t any books that mean a lot to me. There are books which make my pulse quicken at the thought of reading them or re-reading them, a steady supply of books is an absolute necessity in my life, there are few things I enjoy more than being surrounded by books, but there really aren’t any books that mean a lot to me, individually, as objects. It is the ideas inside them that matter, the sounds of the words, the pleasure of reading them. I never feel sad about losing a book, I never worry that people won’t return the ones they borrow, there’s another one along every minute. Plus, you can almost always get the same book again if you want it. In fact, there are some books I like so well that I have to restrain myself from buying them again when they come out in a new cover. The book I am currently reading is one of those. I own it in several different editions. However, it is also one of the books that I force upon people (a bad habit of mine) who don’t really want to borrow the book, so I currently have in my possession only one copy.
I am also supposed to tag five people. Last time I tagged three, and two of them ignored me entirely. Ha ha! I will tag them again! Chanthaboune and The Water Jar are It. The remaining three will be Andrew[plus numbers], Sighkey, and Dr. Drew. This is because I am curious about them, and they are not knitters, so probably have not yet been tagged and will — if they choose to play — tag someone we don’t already know. I continue not to tag LikeWowMom, who said she didn’t want to be tagged. However, if she secretly wants to be tagged, she should go ahead and answer the questions anyway.