Tan My Love

I have nothing against men with facial hair. It’s just me. I have a type and that type is either clean-shaven or has a 5 o’clock shadow. (What a coincidence that I chose to write this during the month of Movember, huh?) But some guys I’ve found cute or even handsome have had facial hair. Maybe they’ve just carried it off really well, or maybe it suited their bone structure, or maybe it was the style they chose to keep. I don’t know exactly what it was. Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is that sometimes something that doesn’t appear to be quite our type can attract us. Like the north pole of a strong magnet to the south pole of another, ya know? This brings me to my next point: I’m infatuated.

The same way that I feel like I don’t have a thing for men with mustaches or beards or both, I don’t have a thing for shoes with wedge heels. At all. Otherwise known as and hereafter referred to as wedges. But I’m in love with just such a pair.

Not only are they wedges, they are deliciously tan coloured. Although I have shoes in that shade, I have never gone out of my way to buy anything tan and I do not own a single pair of brown boots. Blasphemy? Perhaps. ANYWAY, moving on, they’re shin-skimming leather (Yes, yes, I know, leather is evil and all that…) boots with a seamlessly covered heel. Tie-up boots. With proper laces and everything. Oh God, how I love them! And that’s why I had to write about it! I am obsessed with them!

Every outfit I wear now seems incomplete because I don’t possess those boots and they would go with everything. Everything! I kid you not. I can see them with short skirts, knee-length skirts, over skinny jeans, under flares, boot-cuts, with shorts and oh, they’re gorgeous! I can’t get them out of my mind and I pretty much drool every single time I think of them. Why don’t I share a picture of these hallowed boots, you wonder? Well, I’m a bit nuts that way. I feel all possessive and stuff and can’t even bear to share a picture of them unless it’s a picture of them on my feet.

They aren’t mine yet because I’d have to drop a considerable amount of dough on them and I’d rather go on a vacation to Europe instead. For now. Did I mention they can be worn with everything?! In fact, going by the cost-per-wear ratio, I think they’ll work out to be practically free! Free, I tell ya! Okay, you have me convinced, I must go buy them now. Let me just jot down exactly what that justifying magical ratio is so I don’t collapse in a remorseful heap when the next credit card statement arrives.

Maybe someone should try to stop me at some point.


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