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Once upon a time, I bought a pair of boots.
Ankle boots. Black leather, with a side zip and a buckle on the side.
I bought them at Nordstrom's, I think because I had heard that the shoe department at Nordstrom's was especially good in terms of finding quality items and being patient and all that. Certainly, not because it was a bargain.
These boots were a little on the expensive side. They had a fancy brand name that I didn't really care about (Ralph Lauren, I think). They weren't extravagant in either price or fashion, but they were a little above my budget. Still, they were attractive and sturdy and looked good on my feet.
One of them was too tight on my ankle, so the salesperson stretched it for me before I left the store.
I was buying these boots for a job interview. I was trying to buy style. This job I was applying for was an internal position, and one of my friends and co-workers had said something about how I should try to play it up for the interview, convince the powers that be that I was hip and happening and not a frump. That I had style and flair. That I could rise to the occasion when circumstances demanded it.
I didn't get the job.
But I kept the boots, and I kept wearing them. I had them re-soled a couple years ago because I'd worn through the rubber on the heel, but other than that, they have needed almost no maintenance. Maybe a little polish.
Usually I wear through shoes in six months to a year, maybe two or three years if I don't wear them every day. I have had these boots for almost ten years.
They may be the best fashion investment I ever made.
Ankle boots. Black leather, with a side zip and a buckle on the side.
I bought them at Nordstrom's, I think because I had heard that the shoe department at Nordstrom's was especially good in terms of finding quality items and being patient and all that. Certainly, not because it was a bargain.
These boots were a little on the expensive side. They had a fancy brand name that I didn't really care about (Ralph Lauren, I think). They weren't extravagant in either price or fashion, but they were a little above my budget. Still, they were attractive and sturdy and looked good on my feet.
One of them was too tight on my ankle, so the salesperson stretched it for me before I left the store.
I was buying these boots for a job interview. I was trying to buy style. This job I was applying for was an internal position, and one of my friends and co-workers had said something about how I should try to play it up for the interview, convince the powers that be that I was hip and happening and not a frump. That I had style and flair. That I could rise to the occasion when circumstances demanded it.
I didn't get the job.
But I kept the boots, and I kept wearing them. I had them re-soled a couple years ago because I'd worn through the rubber on the heel, but other than that, they have needed almost no maintenance. Maybe a little polish.
Usually I wear through shoes in six months to a year, maybe two or three years if I don't wear them every day. I have had these boots for almost ten years.
They may be the best fashion investment I ever made.
