Well, they’re here. Dune not only delivered them free to my nearest store (by mistake) in two days, they also texted and emailed me every day to give me a progress update. Props for nice copywriting: “Look out…your order is on its way. If you fancy tracking your order, just click the link below.” Cute.
I likes them. They are VERY grown-up but also slightly slutty, which is interesting. From the side they’re like “Oh hey, I’m here to pick up Milo, Class 4B?” and from the front they’re all “That will be £1000 in cash up-front. No kissing.”
I don’t quite know what to do with them. I had envisaged myself as a Ralph Lauren-type Sloane in blue jeans and knee boots, careless ponytail and striped jumper… But that’s not going to work out. A) I am not a Ralph Lauren-type Sloane and b) These boots are just too honest-to-goodness I MADE AN EFFORT to mitigate with jeans.
So I’m pretty sure I just spent £63 on some boots I will only wear with black tights and a black skirt. Sure, that’s a fairly regular outfit for me, but they’re not going to change my life and I truly expected them to. I should really start to learn that shoes can’t change who you are. But wait, no. The magical powers of huge black platforms DID turn me into a cooler, longer-legged person (at least in my head, which is what this is obviously all about).
And they cost around £20 a pop. Bugger.
Never mind, breezing on, I think these guys are for keeps so I look forward to our slightly awkward relationship in the years to come. Maybe we’ll live happily ever after as I grow used to having grown-up legs. I hope so.