the boot story

2 weeks ago yesterday, i finally pulled myself together and ventured into the world of high quality shoe stores to find myself a good pair of long boots. after a good 45 mns of trying different pairs, i finally found one i liked (meaning: black, low heel, not pointy). hurray! and then paid the price for it (a lot more money than i've ever spent on shoes, including the made-to-measure sandals i treated myself to a few years ago).

the very next day, i took my new shiny boots out for a stroll. 2 hours later, one boot was broken! i am not kidding. the zipper had gone. weird. thank god i wasn't at work! went back to the shop and they exchanged the boot. we checked the zipper and decided it would work.

a few days later, i wore the boots all day. no problem. i breathed a sigh of relief... then, on Tuesday, everything was going well when the zipper went. this time i was at work, but luckily wearing trousers, so you couldn't see it. but i could feel it! 6 hours of walking with an open boot is not the best feeling in the world. i finally managed to bring them back in this morning. i just wanted my money back, but that might not happen. first, they have to see if they can get the boot repaired. in a way, i hope they can, cos i really love those boots and it'd be a shame to lose them, especially if they refuse to give me a refund and i have to choose another pair in the shop. there is no way i'm spending that much money on shoes that are not boots, and there was only another pair i liked and they didn't have my size. so people, cross your fingers (and toes)!