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So last night, I thought I solved my boot problem. Not the motorcycle boot problem, the dress boot problem. But I didn't. I remembered that I had a pair of boots tucked away, $10 secondhand, worn once as part of a halloween costume, matching the general description. Now that I really look at them, they're kind of amazing -- All leather, leather lined, four inch heels, shapely, size 37, so European, maybe... but the thing is, I feel kind of ridiculous in four inch heels. Plus, my husband is only six or seven inches taller than me, and brigding that gap isn't something I particularly enjoy. So, still with the boot problem. But then I got to thinking, why do I have a dress boot problem at all? I dress nicely for work, and I hate it. After all the time I spent when I was younger wanting a job where I could wear nice clothes, I don't want to. I want to dress like me. Which doesn't really involve dress boots. What I really enjoy is 40's - 60's vintage and reproduction clothing, little t-shirts, and pairing unique and/or dissimilar items together. Not suits and dress pants. So why do I even want these boots, anyway?
I've been thinking about getting my ears pierced. Way back when I actually cared what I looked like, I had three piercings in each ear, plus a fourth in the cartilage. Which I'll never do again because it never worked out, even after three tries. Everything's closed now, except one in each ear, where I've been wearing tiny diamond studs for the last five years or so. And I honestly enjoy the demureness of that, but I can't help feeling like it's not quite me.
The good news is that I think I'm over my hair issue. I need a trim like you wouldn't believe, but I won't be changing the color anytime soon. I don't think.
My boots left Columbus, OH at 6:13 this morning. Still on schedule for Monday. I wonder if Ken would notice if I didn't mention them?
I've been thinking about getting my ears pierced. Way back when I actually cared what I looked like, I had three piercings in each ear, plus a fourth in the cartilage. Which I'll never do again because it never worked out, even after three tries. Everything's closed now, except one in each ear, where I've been wearing tiny diamond studs for the last five years or so. And I honestly enjoy the demureness of that, but I can't help feeling like it's not quite me.
The good news is that I think I'm over my hair issue. I need a trim like you wouldn't believe, but I won't be changing the color anytime soon. I don't think.
My boots left Columbus, OH at 6:13 this morning. Still on schedule for Monday. I wonder if Ken would notice if I didn't mention them?