Hello, my name is Anne, and I am a boot addict.
I indulge in the purchase of, and general drooling over gorgeous pairs of boots. Often. It is not a guilty pleasure, since I feel no guilt when I purchase and/or drool over gorgeous pairs of boots. – I feel only pleasure.
So, it’s a pleasure, pleasure.
Guilt is a pathetic emotion which should be reserved for when you forget to pick your kids up from a play date.
Or grandma’s house.
I have done none of the above.
OK, so maybe I
conveniently forgot them at grandma’s house once, because I was out doing errands and paused long enough in a shoe store, and began to drool.
Over an awesome pair of boots!
And, forgot I had kids. And, forgot to pick up my kids.
I apologized to the sales people at the store, and told them I wasn’t there to make a purchase. They smiled at me with forced politeness. – I went on to explain that I had forgotten all about my kids so couldn’t stop long enough to buy the absolutely beautiful pair of boots in their store. – They stared at me in horror and disgust. – I assured them I would be back, and soon, to buy the boots and maybe another pair as well, and that I would bring the kids along too. – They looked at me with a hell of a lot less judgement then.
So, I told them I had seven kids under the age of nine from my former husband, with one more on the way from my present husband, and then I left.
The following morning I wrote a post about it for this blog called Deranged Writers or something like that, and hoped I would not (again) be judged and labelled a terrible mom by any new readers who didn’t yet know me. Old readers don’t count since they’ve always tended to judge me well (under the threat of their favourite characters in my stories possibly dying in horrific circumstances.)
Although, I’m really quite OK if people judge me as a mother. Over the years my parenting style has brought on those labels quite often. Which I tend to take in my gorgeous boot wearing stride. I also have pretty thick skin.
And, stretch marks over my belly skin which sort of form the words
‘This grew twins! So, bite me, bitches!’
I flash haters with that from time to time. Having the twin card to play is a benefit.
Having lots of pairs of boots is…
For us coastal people owning more than one pair of boots is about as fun as trying to teach your cat to count in Latin. It’s such a killjoy to have all that lovely leather and suede just sitting there in the closet unworn, because that bitch, Summer just won’t end.
We get about two months of winter in a good year, and it’s really not enough for us addicts. There are too many boots to wear and prance around in and too little cold time.
But, winter came early this year!
The temperature has been dropping to below 18 degrees Celsius since November began, which is rare. (Would you just listen to all those cold city people snorting at an 18 degree thermostat reading for November? Yes, yes, we know that’s like your average summer, Popsicle noses. Now shush, and allow us burnt toast bits some fun!)
It’s going to get colder, and that means
buying more boots, getting to wear most of my boot collection.- Even at home!!! And, for no reason but because I can!!!
Judge all ye want. I said I was an addict.
And, everytime I have a boot encounter this winter, you might get to hear about it.