As a teen I don't really remember the need being as strong. Nearly every day I went downtown, by bus, for ballet class so I wanted and needed warm walking boots more than footwear that completed a look.
When I got married I bought a beautiful pair of western boots. Because I never wore them for farm work they were suitable for dress boots and they served me well for a while. But when I had my children, I outgrew them.
Then there were the years of having to carry car seats and diaper bags, small children growing into toddlers and preschoolers -- all reasons not to bother with dress boots. For several years I wore sturdy pairs of mom-boots. The type equally good for shoveling out the driveway and carrying a toddler, a diaper bag, and purse on my left arm while holding my shopping list and another child's hand in my right (because if I don't write it down I'll never remember and because if I'm going to make this effort I darn well want to get it all done in one trip!).
In hopes that I can leave carrying small children behind me for a while, I ventured to buy myself a pair of dress boots -- at last! I found a pair I liked and tired them on. Very nice. It felt really good to wear a pair of real heels again. Too bad I had about 35 cents in my pocket.
A couple of weeks later I had a moment to stop back into the store and voila! my size was still in stock. I wore them home that day.
Rick happened to have the day off. He noticed that I had grown taller when I got home from my errands. And he liked my new boots too.
