I tried on eleventy million pairs of boots this morning, fueled by nothing but keen desire, one oat bar, and two lattes.
And guess what I found out? I have a freakish foot:calf ratio. My feet are large and my calves are lovely and slender.Â
I was composing this post in my head as I shopped. At one point I was in the Winners at Bayshore (the second Winners I’d been to) and I was already sketching out the whole scenario as it was playing out:
“I rounded the corner and saw there was a huge clearance section, [this part was true] I scanned the piles of shoes, there was one pair of boots [this part was true], and they were size ten! [this part was true] I tried them one and they were perfect! [this part was less true] And then I checked the price tag, and realized they were the $300.00 boots Marla had pointed out, but they were marked down to $49.99!! [total and complete fiction]”
Alas, it was not meant to be.
The perfect boot is perfectly elusive:
– tall & dressy
– slim/sleek (fitted around the calf)
– slim heel
– not too shiny
– no extra straps/jewels/chains attached
– no slouch effect
– not pointy, I need a more rounded or even squared off toe otherwise I look like a jester
– midsize heel
– black
– comfortable
Perhaps I’m asking too much. I give up. I’m wearing the shoes in the original post. They’re the ones I like best. Sans hose.
