The Boots...

It's no secret that I love boots. In fact, long before this blog (which was originally called moondeela), I had a blog named Mabel in Boots. Good stuff...I mostly professed my love for all things bootsy and fabulous. It's a super-sad day in my boot-world - my favorite boots are officially broken and cannot be repaired. I may or may not have left the boot repair joint with tears in my eyes.

The boots were purchased from Anthropologie ten-ish years ago and they were gorgeous...so gorgeous, that I could hardly wait for them to arrive on my front porch. Of course I had to order them online...we don't have an Anthro in this state. Seriously...the slight back-ruffle exuded a "business in the front, party in the back" vibe. I remember thinking, "if I'm going to spend this much on boots, I need to wear the shit out of them." And I did just that. From trips to Vegas, to rocking the dance floor at Eddie's, to bringing home a delicious Pickle..they've been there for me. Like right here...when we took our adoption portfolio photos. And even after Tank ate a chunk of leather out of them. They still powered through our winters and the other Alaska season, "sprummer".

Of course these boots are no longer available...if they were, my closet would be stocked with a dozen extra pairs*. However, I did locate one pair of size 6 here...in case you're inspired by this mopey post. They're described as "pebbled and primped"...how adorable.

I'm mostly writing this, so some fabulous person in the US will see it and say..."yes, I have a pair of  these in a 9 (or 9.5) that you can buy, right MEOW!"

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*it's a family thing...ever heard of Bridgestone boots or ("red rubber boots", as we refer to them)? My family has been wearing them for 40 years...they went out of business a dozen years ago, so my dad bought every pair they had. They're in an attic somewhere on Prince of Wales Island...in case you need some boots. :)