It’s been a few weeks since my last Ten-Minute Tuesdays post, and I’d like to bring back the theme. So today, I’m going to tell you about something very near and dear to me: my new boots.
These are not just any boots. They’re blue suede boots. And they’re my favorite pair I’ve ever owned, which is saying something.
I could easily go on a tirade about how, like most females, I love shoes and pretty things and rainbows. And yes, it would all be true. But I would first like to thank Steve Madden and Piperlime for giving these beauties at $100 off, for final sale. (I will gladly accept gifts in exchange for product reviews. Just sayin’.) Ordering online was risky (no returns, even if they didn’t fit), and waiting for the giant box in the mail was torture. But when these four and-a-half inch heels arrived, I knew I’d made a worthy investment. Are they practical? No. Should material possessions make me this happy? According to a lot of stupid inspirational quotes, no. Are they badass, bitchin’ boots? Hellz to the yes.
And here was my reasoning for buying a pair of shoes that aren’t exactly business casual or suited for daily wearing– two weeks after I first saw them, I still had to have them. I waited to see if I would fall out of love, and I didn’t. The fact that Google advertisements with the shoes in them followed me to every website I visited didn’t help. BUT THEY WERE A HUNDRED DOLLARS OFF. And they were BLUE! We were solemates. Get it? I have an excellent sense of style and humor.
I do think it’s okay to treat yourself every now and then to a complete indulgence, especially when you work hard and are smart with your money. The key is not to indulge constantly. I went to the mall the other day– a place you might find surprising to learn that I hate and avoid at all costs considering my love for clothes– and I used some gift cards I’ve had since Christmas. I also stopped in Anthropologie, which is enough to make any girly girl cry with joy and despair between the beautiful clothes and shocking price tags. But there was a dress. A gorgeous dress. Originally $178, but now just $50. I tried it on. I carried it around for 20 minutes while I made several circles around the store. But ultimately, I put it back. I just bought these boots! One indulgence for the month was plenty, and I didn’t experience that awful feeling of buyer’s remorse.
Instead, I wore my boots out that night to the most low-key barbeque place with the best baby back ribs I’ve had in awhile. Paired with a simple long-sleeve tee and blue jeans, I towered at a little over 5’10″. (John doesn’t even mind my height in them– he can appreciate a badass pair of boots, too.) And though I’ve almost broken my ankle three times walking in them– with strangers as witnesses, I might add– I’m as content as a material girl should be. These boots were made for walking. Granted, slowly.