Since I happen to work for a lifestyle magazine, I find it totally acceptable to troll online shopping sites at work. My colleague Kelly Fisher and I spent a good part of the winter deciding on our spring look (we share all personal space at work since we plug away in a closet so it’s totally acceptable that we share a spring look.) We agreed upon boho chic. One of the items of clothing behind my new aspirations to go boho were my brown boots from Madewell. Bought this winter, I lived in the things. I decided they made every single item of clothing cooler. Pyjamas looking grim? Throw on the brown boots and they’re centerfold worthy. Cocktail dress looking too hoity-toity? The Madewell boots will make it hip. Where I used to happily wear stilettos to power walk, my floppy, worn in brown boots replaced them this year.
When my brother was little, he used to religiously wear a knit wool hat. Even in the summer. He thought it made him invisible. When he pulled it over his eyes and couldn’t see anyone, he thought that meant people couldn’t see him either. He has come a long way. But I think his little obsessive safety clothing mentality might have been passed down to me. My boots are like my damn spit covered teddy bear that I can’t leave home without. They just make everything better. Plus, I can wear ugly socks and forego a pedicure.
That’s why when I was at the mall the other day and saw, not one, but two pairs on sale, marked down by $240 in my size, I had to buy them both. Even the sales girl thought I was insane. But when I’m tap dancing in my trusty Madewells when I’m 85, she’ll understand. Three’s a charm!