The Importance of Fantastic Boots

Today, while shopping, I found THE boots.
Brown? yes. Wooden heel? yes. Slouch? yes! Not too ornamental? yes. Good price? yes! Smart looking? Yes! Yes! Yes!
Want to know how I knew they were THE boots? First, my heart rate went up a bit when I saw them.
Easily this can be measured. It's not something I'm making up about our physical response to something that strikes us just that right way.
Second, as I scanned the boxes for the right size, I felt a really warm surge come over me, like that moment just before you sip the second cocktail and everything in your body just smooths over.
Yeah, so those boots were in my size.
I was psyched when I opened the box and discovered that the insides of the box remained undisturbed since leaving the manufacturer. Even more awesome!
I lifted the paper and saw the left boot and knew right away the task that awaited me. I needed to extract the cardboard stabilizers from inside.
Being versed in the process of readying a new boot, I reached deep inside and drew out the tissue used to stabilize the toe, as well. All systems go!
Grasping the boot by the top of the shaft, I slid my foot in. At any moment this attempt can be sabotaged by an ill cut waist of the boot that prevents the glide of my foot. BUT it went easily, unlike the first pair. Whew!
The first pair was an ankle boot with a two inch heel. That boot really lacked at the waist and so while trying to get my foot in there, because what was intended to be one fluid motion was sadly brought to an abrupt halt, I lost my balance, hobbled, bounced, jumped a bit, kickin' up dust and causing a silly scene (and causing my toddler to laugh at me, which is hardly ever a good thing).
BUT something should be said about the ease of putting on a boot...this could be hot or not hot. The better fitting boot can be determined as to how good you look getting it on. I need practice. I will work on this over the next couple of weeks. This is not unlike perfecting any craft like folding fancy napkins for the 5 star restaurant (the candle roll or the fan fold) or painting using stencils or making a jig saw an extension of your hands, or perhaps it is more similar to tying a necktie for your lover.
I couldn't get out of the store fast enough. I wanted to go home and wear them while I baked a batch of cookies or watched my bread dough rise. See? Sometimes the right boots can make even your cookies taste better!

To wrap this nonsense up here is a fun little quote by a woman whose book I think I should read titled The Female Eunuch:

“Yet if a woman never lets herself go,
how will she ever know how far she might have got?
If she never takes off her high-heeled shoes,
how will she ever know how far she could walk or how fast she could run?”
Germaine Greer