So this week, Terry de Havilland Transmuters became a little more rare. Once upon a time, I bought a pair with red rubber spike panels and metal "allycat" spike panels on eBay. I ended up selling both sets of panels, but the boots didn't meet the reserve price, so I kept them. I continued to use them for gogo dancing, as my evolving fashion tendencies no longer involved being 5 inches taller on a daily basis. They were relegated to a box in the top of my closet labeled "fetish boots", along with my Magic boots. Another pair with black rubber spikes came into my possession, which I passed along to a lovely gal who modeled and gogo danced alongside me on a few occasions (she would need them for future gogo gigs anyway).
And so, I laced up my Transmuters (we old-skoolers considered anything with a zipper "cheaterboots"), buckled all the buckles, took about 5 steps, and walked right off of the platform of the left boot. As I took off the right boot, the entire platform came off of it, too. I evaluated the situation the next day, and having already E-6000'd weak spots on the outer sides years ago, was prepared to hot-melt-glue-gun the holy hell out of them in an effort to Frankenstein them back into wearable condition. I found that the entire rubbery-foam platform on either shoe was disintegrating.
I guess I'll be vacuuming again, with the rotted bits of what were once bouncy platforms having disintegrated all over the carpet an' all.
And so, I bid my old faithful Transmuters "adieu". The moral of the story is: while you're under a rock, your crazy shoes are disintegrating, so
"Dance as if no one's watching, sing as if no one's listening, and live each day as though it were your last." (Irish Proverb) I've had too many people become seriously ill and/or die this year, and tomorrow is promised to none of us. And on that note, to quote Rufus (as my parents often do) "Be excellent to each other."
Photo circa 200...5?
