These Boots Were Made for Walking

I am swooning. . .I am in love. . . make that lusting, after a pair of gorgeous boots that I tried on. Yes, they carry a hefty price tag, about as much as a month's take home pay of some poor pimply kid working at Mc Donalds, or the housing allowance of someone on social assistance. I tried them on yesterday, my foot slithered down the shaft of the boot and landed in sheepskin bliss. I was euphoric, and I still am. I can't say that I am a high heel person. I want to be, but I have issues with a heel. I feel that with my height, I am looking down on people. I feel uncoordinated. I feel like my knees are going to dislocate and I am going to come crashing down, like a tower of clothes hangers. As long as I don't need to walk, I can wear high heels. These boots, "sans heel" were the epitome of perfection. If the boot had a Platonic form, Plato would have chosen this one, stuck it in the sky and labelled it Lisa's Perfect Boot. I yearn for the boot. Chocolate brown leather that I could sink my teeth into. Yummy. So I am going to do some ebay stuff again, get back into the swing of things, and buy myself those boots. I will wear them all year if I have to. If I have to validate my ownership, and the price tag. They are not as much as a pair of Minolos, but they are pushing it. And damn it , I deserve it. I am not getting paid for all the crap that is slung at me. All the painting, all the parenting, tenant stuff, neurotic ex-tenant stuff, reno, lack of reno,dog stuff (Stella swallowed a whole rawhide bone last night, she seems okay, but I am worried about her passing it), puppy stuff, (Frida keeps stealing insulation out of my non walled house), I could rant on and on. I am entitled. When I get them I will take a picture and post it. I thought of doing it prior to my acquisition, but I may jinx myself. (Oh my God, I am obsessed, and sound so deliciously greedy). I do have a few pairs of boots that I love. My Yeti's, two pairs of Roxy boots, Nine West, a pair of Kodiak steel toed work boots (sexy in a rugged way), and my infamous pair of Come $%^& Me Boots that I bought in college. (Yes, I still have them, and they are still smokin'). I remember buying them at the biker store on Richmond Street across from The Richmond Hotel. What a rush. Anyone want to buy a pair of Otto and Marie Jelinek Vintage Blue Suede Figure Skates to feed my addiction? (They are on ebay right now).