Usually, shopping bores me. I can't see the point of trudging round trying on endless outfits, none of which will fit properly,when I could be doing far more useful things like sitting in a pub. But yesterday, I ended up in Richmond with a mate doing the shopping thing, and loved it.
I found a gorgeous pair of boots; Italian, leather, calf length, lace-up, black and reduced from £106 to £40. Obviously, I had to have them.
It's rare that I fall in love with a pair of shoes. While my mates lust after Manolo Blahnik's, I stick with my Doc Martens. They're comfy. They keep my feet dry. Thus, they fulfil both criteria required by a shoe. But these boots were so gorgeous, I couldn't resist.
Got them home and tried them on with my 'slut dress' (full length, slashed to the thigh, black, slinky, laces up the front) Friend said I'd terrify people if I went out wearing it. Guess it does look a bit sub-dom.
Maybe I'll stick to wearing a Cliterati T-shirt and jeans to the party on Thursday. (assuming the T-shirts turn up on time.) But I want to wear my foxy new boots.
Posted by emilyd at August 26, 2002 02:26 AM