Dear New Boots,
My feet are very cross, very cross indeed. They have waited patiently and now they are tapping toes. I tried to explain, it's not my fault, this inclement weather we're having has put a stop to you, lovely boots, leaving their box. I felt like a snitch when I spoke to my feet, I felt like I had turned my back on my true love, snow, or at least one of my true loves, damn I'm fickle...
I tried to appease my feet by taking a turn around the living room, I even put on lipstick to mark the occasion but I don't know how much longer I can pacify them with parlour tricks. We may have to bite the bullet and go outdoors, we can dance around the ice as if we are in the ballet, on the plus side, people always get out of the way for crazy folk.
I'm just trying to give you a heads up, there may be scuffing in your future, I think you may look even better with a few flaws, most things do. Still, if we fall over, we fall over together and we fall over in style...
Yours sincerely,
Old leather looks lovlier than new leather and I do so understand your dilemma. Just bought a coat and I can't possible wear it in this 39 degress (C) weather unless I was heat stroke
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