Damn these boots. I spent a year obsessing over getting a pair the year I decided that my chunky platform heels were not going to cut it anymore. The search began and thankfully, because of technology this time around, I didn’t have to wander aimlessly from store to store, hoping to run into the perfect match, a destiny few rarely find, and when you do, you come home to find your neighbor is wearing the same pair.
Every moment I had to spare, was Googling “boots + leather + weathered + brown + round toe + flat”.
I debated going Western; I imagined myself on a dusty road, angled in a sexy pose with a floral skirt, with my boots. I wanted something I could wear with a fancy dress to a wedding, and make the statement: I’m a Bad Ass Motha-F.
So, these kept coming around my searches: Campus Frye boots. I won’t admit to how much I paid for them, but I’ll clue you in that they costed more than my rent. I put them on credit and had them sent, just to make certain they were as awesome as I imaginged they would be, and they were. I slid them on and ran around the house, with every intent on returning them. And then, I did what I never should have done, I ran out of the house, onto the concrete and out for the evening. There was no turning back. But @#%*, these are the most uncomfortable boots EVER. And they have no traction, and my foot slides off the clutch when I’m driving, sending the car into a bouncey-lurch-stall.
I hate them. I put them on one last time. I look fantastic. Dammit. Someone get these off of me. I’ll sell them for half of what I paid. You pay shipping. 5 1/2 brown leather Campus Frye. That’s all I have to say.