Boots! Glorious boots! I didn’t even consider wearing open toed shoes this week because it’s (finally) officially the season of boots even here in what seems like the perpetual “75 and sunny” Southern California. It may sound like I’m complaining, but can’t a girl pine for actual seasons (especially when I have a shelf of sweaters that have been staring at me since October 1)? I now have my sights set on finding a pair of reliable, wear-with-pretty-much-anything flat black boots. I’m inclined to lean toward a Chelsea-style boot that comes up just past the ankles and tapers into a slight point at the toe. Below you’ll see three pairs that I’ve been eyeing, but I plan on shopping around until I know for certain that I have found the ones.
Where did you find your favorite pair of boots? Suggestions are welcome!
Happy Fri-yay! Have fun!
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