Obsessions...

This blog is dedicated to my new boots.

For those of you that are not interested in purple suede; expert stitching; perfect laces and sturdy soles, there is nothing for you to read here. Step away from the computer and go and make yourself a cup of tea, because today is all about my beautiful boots.
If you hadn't already guessed it they have arrived. I was incredibly nervous all day, as it was a special delivery and I had to leave a note for the delivery driver, begging him to be kind enough to try next door if there was no answer from mine. I actually gave him three different house numbers to try - just in case any of them were out as well.

Anyway - I arrived home to see my neighbour emerge with a big grey plastic bag covering the box that is; my boots.

Excitement building...I was too scared to try them on. They were so perfect. I stroked them (yes I did really...) I smelt them...inspected every inch of them, then put them back in the box.

Throughout the evening, I peeked and admired. I am genuinely so happy to have them, but now I am nervous about wearing them. 

These may be just potentially the most expensive boots I have ever bought - sad but true, and I have actually been looking at them, or versions of them for about five years. Finally, they are here in my home - for me - and I bought them. 

Although this may be hard for some people to understand; my boots are an example of my personality, of who I used to be, before I became the black cloud.  The person I was with would never have understood why I would have wanted something so 'off the wall', or fun - so it was on my list for a very good reason.

They are not just boots - they are a symbol. (Jumps off soapbox).

For some reason these boots sum up who I am, who I was and where I am going. You are all going to think I have totally lost the plot, but I can't believe that there isn't one of you out there that doesn't have an obsession about something - that you actually don't need, that you want anyway but thus far have been unable to justify purchasing or stealing said item.

Talking it through with my friend K - she recognises this and remembers a pair of red sexy cowboy boots that said it all for her.

So, I will eventually try them on, and I will eventually wear them with pride. For now, it's just me and my boots - and a private moment of conspiratorial connection between us. They know.