All Day I Dream About These Boots. Steve Madden Troopas. All day I think about how good it felt to discover them, how worth it it was to break them in, and how satisfied I felt when the shoe saleslady said “All we have is an 8.5.” and I made that shit work. Fantasies about the color availability and general overall greatness of the boot float in and out through out the day. As I type this, my little guys, black in color and valiant in spirit, are keeping my toes together in unison, and aren’t even rubbing against my ugly stupid tiny baby toe that looks like when people paint their faces and talk upsidown and create a little McNugget looking chin puppet.
Imaginary people ask me, “What was the best thing you did in 2011? Was it moving to Victoria to persue dreams of radio journalism that were ultimately crushed? Was it having your first actual real bonafide heartbreak? Was it realizing that life is what you make it? WAS IT QUITTING SMOKING?*”. While all those things were great in their own ways, I tend to respond with “Buying these boots.” and then pointing to my feet because I am always wearing them. Because seriously. THEY GO WITH EVERYTHING. And as much as I love shopping to quell my PMS, I actually hate outfits and usually get dressed in the dark. So these are the best, because I could pretty much leave the house in a onesie and get away with these.
Why this spontaneous profession of love? The recent fifty two hours of snow and perpetual rain and million walks to everywhere every day have made me realize something - it won’t last forever. There is some salt wear, and the toes are starting to fade out. Do they still look amazing and fit like a glove? Absolutely. Could the laces be replaced? Maybe. Will I some day have to retire the originals and buy a second pair? Probably.
What drew me to these boots initally was the design but also the price. Coming in at about $115 with shipping, its kind of a steal. Normally I can’t spend that sort of money on anything, because student loans and long and mcquade and visa have bounties out on my life. However, it is approaching that whimsical time of year known as TAX TIME. Whatever the amount of my return, $115 will immediately be going to Steve Madden before the rest of my life gets their grubby little hands on it. I am very, very excited.
* - Quitting smoking was great, and I feel better, but it didn’t top the list because it pretty much made it so I can never watch Mad Men without scratching out my eyes ever again.
