What I Want Today

I have lust in my heart.  I think I am going to hell just based on how often I have lust in my heart.  Along with lust I have guilt.  Ah yes, guilt, hard like a fist in my gut.  See, I have a passion for shoes.  I used to be ok with some cheap shoes but as I have advanced in age my sciatica seems to act up if I cough more than once or even think about bounding down a step.  Or up for that matter.  So no thin budget shoes for me.  Don't start getting images of me in orthopedics though. No, no, no.  I must have pretty shoes.  Buttery leather shoes.  Shoes that make my legs look hot.  Shoes that make me run faster.  I have all the excuses to spend money on what matters.  Fantastic external coverings to protect my precious extremities. So today I share with you what I want (I know I sound like a two year old, want, want, want).  First here is what I have.

My darling decade old boots.  So worn in and comfy but so decidedly plain.  Like an unbuttered piece of toast kinda plain.  Our wet season hasn't begun yet so they are currently only slightly muddy.  They are not only my riding companions but if I have a long day of outside chores to do, I will throw these on.  The heels saves my back from aching.  Now I went from sounding like a two year to a 92 year old.



But drumroll please, here is what I'd like to have.  I know, I know, millions of people starving in the world and I am looking at these boots.  Blame the lust in my heart.



Love the cassock top.  I bet I could dance like a Russian if I had these.

These are awesomely sassy also.  I would not complain if I opened my closet and found these residing there.  I repeat, I would not complain.



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