New Zealand doesn't have much to offer where fashion is concerned. When I hit the continent, I felt like I moved 18 hours ahead while warping 15 years behind. Mullets and mohawks are the norm and it is nice to live someplace that no matter what your size, leggings are it. The one exception to the fashion time warp is the shoes. I have never considered myself a "shoe girl". Comfort always takes precedence for me, but the shoes here are ogle worthy. They are also expensive and so I have only been an admirer from afar. That is until last week when walking by a store window on Esk street, these boots spoke my name. Not just a whisper in passing but a make you stop dead in your tracks kind of speaking. I knew instantly they were to be mine. Sole mates, love at first sight, instant attraction, whatever you call it, I experienced it on the sidewalk. I tried them on and all was right with the world. The only thing that would have made it better is a chocolate bar in hand. We were shopping for shoes for Izzy and Ava who were wearing shoes whose soles were literally full of holes and falling off, and we left $268 later with patten leather red boots for me. And when I wear them, happily ever after seems entirely possible.
Ava's shoes that still need replacing!
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