Hooker boots!

As you may know — but probably wish you didn't — in light of these horrible dark economic times, I've been searching long and hard ... searching for the perfect black leather boots. (I'm deep, I know.)

I found a pair a couple of weeks ago. They were perfect in every way.

Except one.

And that one thing was pretty important. They hurt my feet like hell.

I tried wearing them around the house, but they killed my arches. So back they went.

But now, tah dah! I have new boots:

My mom thought these made me look like I had Barbie feet. I thought they looked vaguely like hooker boots — my mom did assure me that it was not the case.

The only thing that stopped me from getting these boots originally was the platform. I'm a tall girl (relatively of course, my cousins and brother would disagree), I don't need platform boots. But they passed all the other tests, so now I finally have (slightly hookerish, but that's not all together bad, is it?) black boots.

Just doin' my part to save the economy.