When I finally retired my favorite boots, after having reheeled them twice, resoled them once, patched the uppers as many times as I could and then used permanent marker to hide the wear when nothing more could be done for them (Did I mention they were my favorite boots?), I went looking for another pair.
And did not find anything that I liked nearly as much.
My old boots were just the right fit, just the right height, just the right color, just the right style. And I am So Totally Not the girl who fixates on style, really. REALLY. Which is probably exactly why I loved those boots so much, and why I wore them virtually every day for as long as they could still be called “footwear” by any stretch of the imagination. Continue reading “Totally impractical shoes”