I had the idea that the moment I put on this pair of boots, I would instantly be transformed into an impossibly cool and badass rock chick, a heroine of some sort with a killer sense of fashion, turning heads and incurring the wrath of many jealous women. Just because I own that pair of must-have boots.
Nothing of that sort materialized of course when my feet were encased in the moto boots. When the glossy image of an anorexically slim model parading in the boots and the real-life image of stumpy legs in the same pair collide, a trainwreck kind of collision happens. Aside from the mild disappointment, the boots did grow on me. While obviously I won't look half as good as the models with the boots, they exude effortless chic nonetheless and I was almost sold. Until I examined the shoes and discovered the workmanship left a lot to be desired. Untidy seams with one or two white bits on the black leather. My nagging suspicion that the product was manufactured in China was confirmed. For that price tag, I promptly and gladly sent it back without a second thought. It's another story though if they are on sale. Haha!
Imagine I could barely contain my glee when the boots finally arrived. I've been hankering after them for too long. Almost a year to be exact. Not to mention the great lengths I went to to get my claws on them. Desires are nourished by delays, indeed. Naturally I was deeply disappointed that I was left with no boots to show for and no more boots to pine for.
But very quickly, I found another object of desire:
No comments:
Post a Comment