Well today I took a gander on etsy. I typed in boots, then hit the vintage key and an immediate rush that can only be linked to that of illegal drugs overcame my breath. That same search came up with 11,000 boot options. 11,000. Pause and think, 11,000.
I shit myself. Then with all my strength, I closed that tab and swore to never look at that again. At least until I have money to blow.
Fall is approaching and I'm just itching for perfect boots and comfortable long sweaters. I don't like cold weather, but I damn sure love the clothes.
Lastly, I leave you with an Ani Difranco poem.
She is a hero to women with brains. She's the modern Dorothy Parker. She's been my survival and best friend (not literally, but figuratively) There hasn't been a strong moment in my life that didn't include an Ani song or poem. I'm grateful.
Enjoy
"clip clop clack"
a girl with the sun of her youth at her back and the shadow of her womanhood before her on the stones is approaching with a delicate clip clop clack her sandals full of toes that i suppose are headed home it's early in the evening and up and down the river people begin to gather pearls of laughter on a strand i thought solitude would save me it was pious it was grand but the monk that walked beside me just let go of my hand
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