Das Boot

[lilmissnever]

I am a profound and complex individual, which is why I experience little palipitations of distress when I hear words coming out of my mouth that are neither profound nor complex. Usually, these words relate in one way or another to shopping. The act of searching for flattering and appealing clothing and then purchasing it posseses the magical power

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[youngwilliam]

About a year ago, I picked up these boots from over here and so far, I'm quite impressed.

[lilmissnever]

This is my local boot store. Unfortunately, they do not have the variety of boots that I desire. No zippers. No thick soles. Not a lot of girlie boots.

[peverel]

Not precisely what you're looking for, in that it has sort of a heel, but looks like it's got the side zipper (you can sort of see it) and the vast majority of this company's boots are man-made materials, which is why I know of them: this way.

Not sure what exactly you're looking for, so I'm not sure how close it comes.

[youngwilliam]

Aside from the heel, you have the general idea. My boots have more of a platform with a little bit of wedge, so that they're comfortable to walk in, but I still get some height. The company that made my shoes is Yellow Box, which is similar to Mudd in that they make cheap, trashy shoes from man-made materials. Yellow Box doesn't make anything even vaguely resembling my boots anymore.

Woe is me, I tell you. Woe!

[youngwilliam]

Well blast. But hey, karmic kudos for my randomly liking a boot company in your area, no?

Anyway, I'll see what I can do in checking around with my other punky San Francisco area contacts.

[lilmissnever]

Stompers is actually well-known enough that I have friends come from out of town just to have boots custom made by them. By all reports, they are quite fabulous, but what I'm looking for is a little more go-go dancer and a little less leather daddy.

My own net wanderings continue to turn up nothing. Nothing! You'll have to imagine me waving my fist in impotent rage here.

[ilcylic]

Actually, the good boots are made in Oregon. It will come as no surprise to you, I am sure, when I tell you I have been to the factory, and sweet talked them into a tour. Twice.

[ilcylic]

I'm still wearing the same two pairs of Wescos I picked up from Stompers in 1998. (Holy fuck. Has it really been that long?)

[lilmissnever]

It has indeed been that long. Come back to San Francisco - I miss you and Mrs. Ogre.

Can I call S Mrs. Ogre, or will she punch me in the face?

[ilcylic]

Can I call S Mrs. Ogre, or will she punch me in the face?

Honestly, I don't know. When my 65 year old buddy Jinx called her that, she thought it was cute. When my 31 year old friend Billy did, she wanted to guy him like a fish. But that might be unrelated to what he called her. Billy is the guy I make movies with, and thus, a source of much stress.

Though, to be fair, I doubt she'd ever punch you in the face. At the very least, it'd take some serious provocation.

[ilcylic]

s/guy/gut/

[lilmissnever]

I figured as much. I wouldn't want to piss S off - I know how it feels to walk into a room and have everyone remember your boyfriend and no one know who the hell you are. If one more person refers to the Concrete Bunker right in front of me as "J's house," or walks into my house and apon meeting me says, "Oh, you live here too," there will be face-punching.