Hi. My name is Maura and I have a boot problem.
It all started when Diminutive posted about these Fluevogs on a certain other social media site*. I was one of many ladies of a certain esthetic who swooned.
But I hear you say, "Good grief, those are expensive!" That's right.
"Don't you have a closet full to overflowing of black boots already?" Yup, I sure do.
And if you were psychic, because I apparently never posted about it, you'd remind me that I've already bought a pair of boots this year for my birthday next year, so I have not even that flimsy excuse for such an extravagance. Ah, but the ones above are absolutely perfect. That is, if I can last in the heels, which is a possibility only because Fluevog makes diabolically comfortable heels.
But they're beautiful. I love them. They're perfect for my birthday and plenty of other occasions. I'll use the earlier pair as a backup, I guess; they're more practical and would actually make a decent replacement for my black patent Docs, whose uppers are starting to crack.
The boot problem that faces me when I get home is finding space for all of them. Some will definitely have to go, and that will hurt my heart.
I'm contemplating not telling my mom about this. And I tell my mom everything. Yes, everything, until she tells me she doesn't want to hear any more, which is admirably rare. This is exactly the sort of frivolous, spendthrift behavior that she doesn't approve of. And she disapproves of femme things and people in general.
*The one whose preposterous founder is considering running for president.
It all started when Diminutive posted about these Fluevogs on a certain other social media site*. I was one of many ladies of a certain esthetic who swooned.
But I hear you say, "Good grief, those are expensive!" That's right.
"Don't you have a closet full to overflowing of black boots already?" Yup, I sure do.
And if you were psychic, because I apparently never posted about it, you'd remind me that I've already bought a pair of boots this year for my birthday next year, so I have not even that flimsy excuse for such an extravagance. Ah, but the ones above are absolutely perfect. That is, if I can last in the heels, which is a possibility only because Fluevog makes diabolically comfortable heels.
But they're beautiful. I love them. They're perfect for my birthday and plenty of other occasions. I'll use the earlier pair as a backup, I guess; they're more practical and would actually make a decent replacement for my black patent Docs, whose uppers are starting to crack.
The boot problem that faces me when I get home is finding space for all of them. Some will definitely have to go, and that will hurt my heart.
I'm contemplating not telling my mom about this. And I tell my mom everything. Yes, everything, until she tells me she doesn't want to hear any more, which is admirably rare. This is exactly the sort of frivolous, spendthrift behavior that she doesn't approve of. And she disapproves of femme things and people in general.
*The one whose preposterous founder is considering running for president.
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Date: 2017-08-09 01:22 am (UTC)From:Those are Very Good Boots, and I am glad you splurged on them.
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Date: 2017-08-10 02:08 pm (UTC)From:Aren't they, though?
Yeah, get them
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