Let’s discuss for a minute how amazing these boots are. I love them with the heat of a thousand suns. They’re obscenely comfortable, perfectly worn in, AND I paid exactly $22 for them. I am poor (well, not really but I’m trying this new thing where I live my life according to a budget and pay all of my bills on time). Unsurprisingly, this foray into adulthood has not stopped me from spending the last few weeks eying various Frye boots that cost an arm and half of a leg. I wanted new boots. Needed new boots. The future of my life’s happiness depended on it (ignore for a minute how shallow that last statement was/is).
On Saturday, while strolling through Park Slope, I wandered into Beacon’s Closet and saw these boots. My boots. I picked them up, tried them on and then stared down everyone else in the store who might contemplate taking them from me.
In conclusion: I have new boots and they are the greatest boots in all of The Bootdom.
