i'm on a mission, and i am determined.
i must find some boots. very vague, yes, but let me elaborate. they have to follow these requirements in order to be inducted into my wardrobe:
1 - they must be black.
2 - they must be heeled.
3 - they must be around ankle length, but preferably a little over the ankle. just a little.
4 - they must be high, yet not so high that i humiliate myself by toppling over every few steps.
5 - they must be almond toes, or rounded.
6 - they cannot be real leather.
essentially, i'm looking for some vertiginous black ankle boots that are animal-friendly.
that should be pretty easy to find ...
i've conjured up these boots that don't quite exist other than in my head. and as far as i know, i am not salvatore ferragamo, and therefore cannot create spectacular shoes on a whim. in order for me to wear them, they've got to be tangible, and so the search begins.
rumi from fashion toast's jessica simpson boots.
the balenciaga knock-offs from victoria's secret.
if only they could somehow melt & morph together to make the dream bootie.
then i could pair them with diaphanous & drapey tops and leggings;
team them with tight long sleeve shirts tucked into flirty skirts and a gigantic statement necklaces;
wear them with a seemingly innocent dress, with or without opaque black tights;
don them with high-waisted jeans & a tee and topped off with a thick belt;
or with a two-times-too-big belted sweater;
the possibilities would be endless, they just can't go wrong. their multifarious & versatile ways are flawless.
i'll be dreaming about them until mr. ferragamo comes to my rescue. or at least transit.