Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Spotted on the street
So today, as I've started walking to work due to my car being very poorly. The need to get my dogs Jasper and Harvey to and from doggy-day care (my mum's but didn't it just for one second sound like I was Paris Hilton!) means I needed some boots that were made for walking.
I usually buy a pair of boots every couple of years, I like to try and find a boot with some detailing that could resemble the vintage footwear like buckles or button detailing. This pair were one of my last boot purchases bought from Barratts, for around £70, in December 2008 for my planned wedding and honeymoon in Vegas and San Francisco.
Funny story though, I thought I would save these boots for the holidays and choose to leave them in the box untouched until March when I'd be jetting off. But, luckily as you'll soon find out, I choose to 'break them in'. Okay, really I couldn't leave a brand new purchase sitting them untouched or unworn for so long, I just had to wear them!
Before I continue with my little story, I must stress that getting married is apparently one of the most stressful milestones that a person can go through, so you can imagine my state of mind - just over two months to go before the wedding and still sorting all the finer details out. So off out I pop, wearing my snazzy new boots, to my mums. I keep thinking that something was wrong with the boot but couldn't finger out why until I had arrived at my mums after a twenty minute walk through our village. I looked at the boots and saw that they weren't exactly the same size (really one foot looked like Herman Munster's against my size 6 boot!). I'd been given the wrong matching sizes - a 6 and an 8). I managed to contact the shop but unfortunately they were unable to re-match the right sizes (I sometimes think about that lost soul, like me, wandering around with mis-matched boots) and gave me a refund. The thing is, that I really liked the boots so checked out the website and managed to buy them with a 20% discount! It was like it was meant to be . . .
Moral of the story - make sure you and the assistant check you have the correct, matching size boots before leaving the shop then wearing them for a three mile walk!