This one's for Son of A Thomas, who always makes me feel like the hottest chick in the room and isn't so hard on the eye himself (and neither is his wife, nosey parker). Ladies and gents, allow me to introduce my new boots . . .
My friend Leslie is my style and tact guru. I follow her lead in most situations, confident that I will win friends and influence people. Anyway, after her last trip to Chicago, girlfriend shows up for brunch in a hip, trendy little outfit that was made perfect by the most divine cowboy boots. The color, the cut, the stitching . . . all of it beautiful. Instant WANT.
I started looking for western stores in town the next day and shopped for about a week before I found these on zappos. (Their customer service is as good as advertised, btw. Fabu. I did not get paid for this.)
These lovelies are seriously the most comfortable shoes I've ever owned and I feel like a total fucking badass in them. The jury is still out on whether or not emboldening me is a good thing. Over the weekend I told off a former classmate AND an old lady while wearing badass boots. I apologized to the classmate but the pushy old bird at Perkins deserved it.