Little black pixie boots, oh so fashionable!

I loved my black suede ankle boots with pointy toes and gold leather threaded around the tops of them and they looked a treat with my little white socks.

Well that was back in around 1966 and I was at school and little boots such as these were definitely not part of the preferred uniform code of the day nor were those little white socks that I had to wear as the grey knee high ones just didn't compliment the look.

If I'd had any fashion sense back then I'd have known that they really didn't go with that dowdy grey uniform with the navy and white stripes either, but I was exploring my 'style' and a young girl had to make the best of what she had in those days....I've never liked grey so maybe it stemmed from those days.

Which reminds me that even back then when I was just a teenager, well almost...that my rebellious nature was well and truly being nurtured. That damn head mistress gave me plenty inspiration for practicing a personality trait that I would cultivate and carry with me for many a long year.

I'd like to think I'm much more mellow these days and believe me,  I've had to work  hard at letting go of that rebelliousness although if I'm completely honest I will tell I've probably contained it not eliminated it. I mean realistically, how can you get rid of something that runs deep in your veins, that you're born with, that you've had to wear like a bad of courage at times.

Standing up for what I believe in is something I'll take with me to the grave, I know that and I've accepted that its part of what makes me the vibrant and spontaneous person that I am today. After all, I'm ok with it so what's the problem anyways! 

But back to school......I used to also be rather partial to my red nail polish and for some unknown reason it too was not included in the preferred code dress code of Oak Park High School. Far out, the amount of times I was sent to stand outside the headmistress' office are quite numerous.

I thought I was pretty clever in those days, but you know, the amount of times I got caught with those red nails was mostly because I would forget that I had typing on that particular day and guess who was the typing teacher, yep the headmistress and she was always prowling up and down those aisles!!!

Sheesh you'd think I would have learned but maybe it was part of the challenge. And coincidentally, it was typing that I attained the highest marks in at school and even today I'm a gun touch typist, I can type like the clappers, just ask my kids and they'll tell you I pulverize my keyboard when I'm on a roll...no wonder the numerals always wear off em :)

I just had a vision of me swinging around the pole at the top of the stairs at school, little black suede boots, white socks rolled right down to my ankles, red nail polish glinting in the sunlight and as I swung around in gay abandon along comes that bloody teacher again....I'm sure she had it in for me, stalking the grounds waiting to leap on her prey (me) . Like it's not like I was doing anything to draw attention to myself or anything but once again I got the old 'go and stand outside my office and don't move' routine.

Ah well it was a bit like water off a ducks back really, after all I wasn't really into school all that much and a young up and coming girl such as myself, needed some sort of distraction to stop myself from drowning in sea of boredom.

And anyone who knows me also knows I have absolutely no interest in sport and the sport of the day at my school was softball...I mean who the hell wanted to play that stupid game anyway, not me. So I would be sick, or wag school or do whatever was necessary to avoid having to hit a ball or worse still  run around that dusty old paddock while someone else chased that stupid ball.

I mean I'd have had to take off my gorgeous little pixie boots that must surely have been the envy of many a girl at that school to participate in that silly old game!!!

Nope school wasn't for me, it really was an unwelcome distraction from the life I wanted to lead. I had bigger fish to fry and that's another story for another day :)