thanks mel.
a few months ago i bought the most perfect kitten heel knee boots from the duo outlet site. elegant, massively comfy, went with everything... they even managed the rare feet of making my rare feet look bigger and less freakishly stunted. they have been getting too wide though - and looking like wellies - so i have been emailing proper cobblers to see how much it would cost to have them taken in. I could do it for £65 and although that's as much as i paid, i thought it was worth it for such perfect boots.
yesterday i thought i had a bit of grit underfoot, but when i investigated, there was sharp metal protruding into the boot. part of the sandwich of layers that make up the sole is a thin sheet of metal, and this had split, and the sharp raw edges had curled up a little. after trying to make it lie flat i had to conceed defeat. my perfect boots are in the bin.
i found some similar on another site - made to measure, and £200. couldn't do it. then on the simply be / viva la diva / jd williams (etc) catalogue website i saw some almost identical ones! £29 in the sale, but leather! and then i came to order and the only had them in brown and the smallest size was a 5.
so back i went to duo. they had some that were close, but a much higher heel. 2.5 inches (£60). on tiny feet that's propper totter-time. the other were about 1.75ins. But they were elegant. there was also a pair of flattish (1.25inch) riding-style boots for £30.
Sooooooooooooooooooo... I bought both. OBVIOUSLY!
I can't wear high heels every day (I discovered this with the brown boots i bought the other day - fine for a quiet day, but i wouldn't have been able to go shopping after) but i can maybe train myself to wear them on them more often. And then the flat riding boots for days in between.
I didn't want to spend £110 (inc express delivery) on more new boots but i had NO CHOICE. Which my amused husband didn't quite get. I don't have to justify what i spend money on. I earn nearly twice as much as him and it's mine to spend on whatever I choose. But he finds it funny. He said, while sitting on the sofa, my new brown high heeled boots to his left, my casual, lace-up brown boots to his right, and over a hundred pairs of other shoes elsewhere in the flat... "in what way did you NEED them?"
"I don't have anything else"
"Wha..?"
(gestures to boots around him)
"Those are
brown! I don't have any black boots"
"You must have some black shoes in amongst all..."
"Boots. BOOTS!"
"Oh... well... I can see why you NEEEEEEED them"
(sarcastic)
"But it's cold. And I don't have any trousers. I ABSOLUTELY don't have any of those. You can check. I've given them all away. Except my jeans. And I can't wear those to work."
Then later as we were getting into bed, I said "I really mustn't spend any more money. I wasn't planning on spending £100 on boots today"
"Then why did you?"
"I HAD to. I had to throw the other ones in the bin."
"And it would be a TERRIBLE thing to just wear your brown ones."
Thus proving he knows nothing. You can't wear brown boots with just anything. You know that, I know that... I suspect deep down he must know that: he's a very intelligent man, something so obvious can't be unfathomable to him. Sometimes I think he doesn't *want* to understand.