My sense of style in boots stemms in my childhood, in that puzzle my parents gifted me on an occasion. It was the puzzle of a girl wearing aboriginal's clothing complete with boots. Beautiful her style was and rough I must say. It was this seemingly contrast drawing me even more to her and her style.
My first memory of my boots is of a pair of brown ankle boots with Pinocchio buckles. I know I had rainboots before that because I've seen their pictures but don't remember them per ce.
The boots of the lady in the mirror are brownish grey with hardly any heels. They wrap around the ankles nicely, not too tight, not too loose. The zippers are on the inner side. Simple brown zippers. There are three bands on the tip of the foot. In my opinion they are nice, look comfy, yet somewhat rough perhpas hip even. But in one word they are simple.
And I think to myself. What's the crime in her style deserving an arrest?
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