Hot damn. You really need to see my new red streetwalker boots. I mean...HOT, HOT damn. They oooooze sex. High healed, fire engine red, zips up the side for the perfect fit...perfectly elongating the leg...appropriate for both jeans and skirts. Okay, I know...I'm gushing.
Those that have known me for 20+ years completely get this. I was the girl who totally never dressed up...wore concert t-shirt and jeans, but dammit...I had boots to match the colors in every t-shirt I wore. Black, red, white, purple, brown, hot pink...even fucking TEAL. It's the only seriously vain thing I was ever into. Mmmm...vanity can be oh so fun. I think every time I put on my new red beauties, I'm going to adopt the saucy streetwalker attitude to go with them. I think I'll call them my "Trouble" boots. Tee hee hee.
Call your priest...call your mothers...hide your children. This bitch is BACK. Muah ha ha ha!