When you can hear me coming and going

In my bourgeoning adulthood, one thing I have come to appreciate is the authoritative click of a good heel. It doesn’t have to be a tall one. Just a strong one.

Day 160: New Boot Goofin’

Day 160: New Boot Goofin'

They arrived. They fit. Huzzah!

(Someone told me they look like storm trooper boots but I am gonna rock them anyway.)

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Day 154: New Boot Goofin’ POSTPONED

Day 154: New Boot Goofin' POSTPONED

One thing I inherited from my dad is a set of rock-hard badass calf muscles with which I can snap any man’s neck should he get out of line. Sadly, this superpower also means that many tall boots made for mere mortals won’t fit comfortably on me. These lovely Kamiks and I just weren’t meant to be, it seems. They’re just snug enough to really be annoying (and to completely prevent tucking any pants, should the whim overtake me). So I go back to the well to find boots that can contain my muscular greatness. (My next attempt.)

[Project 365]

Day 75: Retail Therapy

Day 75: Retail Therapy

Spent the day taking my mind of Felix. Bought a dress and these shoes for an upcoming wedding. Are horrible/delicious Chinese buffet food. Saw Watchmen. Consumed, consumed, consumed. Felt a little better.

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