My beloved flaming boots.

I am sure that all of you have a favourite item of clothing?  A favourite item that even though you’re wearing it you cannot wait to wear it next time. It could be those jeans that fit you perfectly and make look your bum so nice and sexy, or for the guys that shirt or t-shirt that fits you so well allowing you to show your pecks or biceps off and make you feel like you’re a sexy man.

It could those bras that even though they’re not Victoria’s Secret, they give your boobs the perfect push-up making them look perky and - as a result – sexy.  Or those pair shoes and/or runners that when you wear them you feel you’re walking on the clouds. Or that nice handbag you just love it because it goes with everything you wear.

I bet you totally concur with me on this: It’s an item of clothing that you love so much to the extent that you create an emotional connection with.

I have my very favourite one and they’re called my beloved flaming boots. I bought them in Caracas,

Venezuela, a year before I came to Dublin so therefore they’re 12 years old and fit me perfectly. They give me the perfect height and allow me to dance comfortably. I wear them all the time on gay nights out and I just love them. I have developed an emotional connection with them for all the right reasons. They are wrecked, screaming to be thrown out, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. And the day I will throw them away, it’s going be a very sad day indeed!

Around 3 years ago, I bought a new pair online, from the United States and I like them, but the heel is higher and they just don’t feel same, because they don’t make me feel as wonderful as my original beloved flaming boots, even though I’m taller in them.

So next time you fall in love with a piece of clothing, wear them as much as you can, enjoy the feeling they give you, but remember that you will never ever be able to replace them, because when you build up an emotional connection with something, that connection becomes irreplaceable.

I will wear my flaming boots a few more times, but I don’t know if I am ready yet to throw them out, because I just love my beloved flaming boots.

Marlon/Marlife