Sunday shoe blogging: Mothra vs. the motorcycle boot

I was at my neighborhood pub earlier and my friend pointed out this beautiful moth on the brick wall. He had caught it outside and brought it over to the deck, and it sat still on the brick wall for quite a while before flying off.

If you look very closely you can see the fuzzy orange stuff around its legs, sort of ruffly almost, or like shoulder padding or something. I think it's a very pretty moth, and I love brick walls.

Plus I think these are some pretty sexy motorcycle boots. Extremely well utilized, from the look of this one, anyway.

The boot's inhabitant asked me not too long ago why I had so many pairs of shoes. I couldn't really come up with a good answer at the time. It's kind of a dirty secret for me. I still sneak them into the house, even though I've lived alone for most of the last seven years.

But, I mean, there are a lot of special-purpose shoes one has; one wouldn't wear one's motorcycle boots to ride a bicycle, or one's sneakers out dancing. But it is hard to explain. Sort of like, I mean, how many motorcycles does a person actually need anyway? Or guitars, for that matter.

I'm thinking you can't have too many, if you love them, and you can afford them without too much struggle.