Well ... generikat, I have to admit a pension for the loving of the boots. For shoes ... I tend to go with comfort. I am happy enough to tread around in the cheapest of flip flops in the warmest weather or cheap cheaper sneakers. But boots ... yes I will spend the dough. As I have aged, I have learned to include comfort in my buying choices but when I was younger, I did indeed take the pain.

I remember these one pair of velvet ankle boots, they were beautiful. I wore them out one night and about half way through, my feet felt a pain I could never imagine and let's say I was a fair bit vodka self-medicated. Nevertheless, I was about to slip into a pain coma. I told my friend about the pain. Such was the beauty of my sadistic boots that she readily agreed to switch shoes with me. They looked just that good.

It is all about priorities and pain tolerance. Part of me admires this masochistic fashionista. When the zombie apocalypse comes, I'm getting behind her.