A couple of people have asked about the boots that I mentioned purchasing a while back. There have been inquiries about a visual. Which I suppose is to be expected -- you can hardly write about shoes (or boots, in this case, but I'm pretty sure the rules are the same) without showing a picture of them. We females are genetically designed to need an endless supply of things to wear on our feet. Or, barring that, photos of them to keep us entertained.
Case in point: two days ago I stopped by the shoe repair, where I picked up not just the three pairs I had planned to retrieve, but also a extra pair that had been living there long enough to establish residency. Where had I been going before I remembered to do this errand? I was on my way to Target to see if the sandals I'd been eyeballing ... which happened to be the exact same color as the pair I'd forgotten about ... had gone on sale yet. Realizing that such insanity was probably grounds for Mr. UB to call off the marriage, I went straight home.
What does all of this mean? Probably just that I'm a) insane, but b) still capable of exercising self-control. Except when they have a shoe sale at my place of employment, where everything is 20% off wholesale, with an additional 20% discount for employees. That's my only explanation for how I even came to try these on ... let alone purchase them. (If you are reading this and related to me ... I'm sorry.)
Ahem. I know. Don't worry -- I will not, in spite of the fact that many of my friends think it would be "awesome", wear them under my dress. I plan to wear them over dark skinny jeans -- that way they look more "I'm hot and I can kick your ass", and less "Have you seen my pimp?" At least, that's what I'm telling myself.
I'll be road-testing them at the bachelorette shenanigans this weekend. Yes, I'll report back on how they are received. (If you are related to me and still reading this: really, I don't know what's gotten into me.)