alrighty. here's the story. i needed some dressy but not very dressy black boots. my new rule is nothing with a heel. ever. so, no heel. no shiny. no girly. still with me?

i take bobbi to scheels where i fall i love with this great pair of furry big sorel snowboots. i want them. bad. but she reminds me firmly that i need black boots for work. argh. work schmirk. but she was right. we agreed on a pair, and i tried them on. you can view them above. nice, right?

in the meantime, i tell her to try on the furry big sorels. (covet. covet. covet.)

she gets the furries. i get the black boots. we leave.

i cannot stop thinking about those furry boots. they would go just right with my sweatpants. truly. i probably will not be able to stop looking at bobbi's feet all winter.

go check out her blog. you have to admit. those are dang cute.

i guess what i'm really saying is, it's way more fun to wear play shoes than work shoes. and isn't that the way it should be?