After a couple of abortive attempts...including a case of unrequited Tuttle love...and a battle of wills with Dr. Martens' sizing (too small, too large, too much hassle to try and get a pair that actually fit)...I've finally found a pair of boots to see me through the winter. Frye's Chelsea boots fulfill my remit of being able to be worn with pants or dresses and...added bonus (something that shouldn't be surprising but is these days)...they're comfortable (and not in the "must run out and buy some insoles now" kind of way...these actually have squishy insoles built-in). Suddenly winter dressing seems an easier proposition... |
"Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand, An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?" - Rudyard Kipling
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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Hebden
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