...Because I have been waiting weeks for a chance to wear my brand new boots. Now, let me explain. Ever since high school, I've wanted a pair of Hunter wellies. For those that don't know, these are true British rain boots; chic in style, clean in line and deliberate in function. When I was younger, I didn't have the nerve to step away from the pack and rock these boots in all the glory that they deserved, so I abstained from indulging in a pair. Now that I'm older and wiser, I have no problem putting on my British Pants and rocking the look (and by "British Pants", I am referring to the copycat manner that expresses my all-encompassing yen for a nationality not afforded me at birth, since alas...I am American).
...Back to the story...
I found these while on a shopping trip with a friend, and they literally called to me from across the store. So of course, being the benevolent soul that I am, I decided to provide them with a proper home. But, as is fitting for a girl with a brand new pair of shoes (insert sarcasm here), we had no weather appropriate for their debut. So the wellies made themselves at home in my closet. Until today. The skies opened up, the rain came down, and the wellies have now officially been broken in. And if the forecast holds up, they will make debut #2 tomorrow (different set of people, no worries there). That, my friend, is exciting times.
Behold the shoes of which I speak (can you hear the soprano aria in the background??), The Hunter Lady N boot:
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