Whenever I buy something expensive I have to figure out how I'm going to sell my unborn child in order to pay for it. My taste in clothing is getting more expensive every year and I can't fucking help it.
I ordered these Frye boots that I've been thinking about for over a year. I love them. They are so comfy I just wanna die in them. I even wrote a poem about them. Well I had to, for a writing exercise of course.
This is just to say
I have just bought these expensive pair of shoes
Beautiful, leather, equestrian boots
They make me feel like a show pony on a sunny day
So I cannot take you out to lunch today
I'm sorry
Let's reschedule
Keep in mind. I am now ebaying a bunch of stuff to pay for these bad boys, but I have no problem with it. I'm moving into an era where I'm not going to keep clothes just to keep them. If I haven't worn in for a year it's going to be sold. I'm going to buy the stuff that I LOVE and will wear all the time.
Is this the rationale of an addict? Perhaps. I love these boots. My best friend already asked if she could by them from me.
Hell. No :)
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