Â Really, I was the last person in Paris without boots. Everywhere I looked I saw cute boots being worn by woman. I love boots but didn’t have any. Probably because they cost a whole lot more than shoes is one reason none were in my closet. What can I say, I’m cheap. I usually wait until I am in the States to buy shoes as they have those wonderful discount shoe places, like DSW. I love those. You won’t find those in Paris although there are places that sell less expensive shoes. I did try some on in the States but nothing was to my liking.
Â Finally, I resolved to find some boots no matter what. I didn’t have any luck when by myself or with Maurice, but as soon as I was with another woman, I found a pair in the first store I went in to. They are basically like my other shoes that I wear now-built like a tennis shoe with rubber soles and no heels. I have passed the point of wearing heels. My feet just can’t take them anymore. I have a stylish friend who wears really high heels with pointed toes to work everyday where she stands and styles hair for hours. She looks great. I don’t know how she does it. My new boots, while low heeled, do have a slightly pointed toe. When this style first came out I hated them. Some were so pointed you could kill a cockroach in a corner with the toe, but I’ve changed. I like how they look sticking out from the hem of pants. So here I am, semi-stylish at last. And I can wear them with long skirts too. Life is good.