Since I decided to do my MA project based around childhood memories (not the soft focus fairy type images mind you) I have been busy searching the windmills of my mind for ideas and inspirational thoughts of my past. The train ride North, with a third off, was an excellent place to begin my simmered broth of memories.As soon as I arrived at the old folks house I was up in the loft like a squirrel, sifting through the countless bags of tatt-slash-potential photo fodder. After a bit of rummaging and wiping away of cobwebs, I stumbled upon the above; My sisters first pair of shoes. Most will see a lovely soft leather shoe, but not I. All I seen was a little skull staring at me, ready to bite my toes or nibble my finger. For a long time my Mum told me; "Denee be daft.." But after showing her this image she finally changed her mind (only took thirty years).
Why my mother kept this kind of thing is a mystery to me, but I'm certainly glad she did..
