sadness & despair.

for 6 months i've stalked these boots, constantly questioning whether i truly need them or not. after all, i already own a cognac boot. and i already own a tall flat boot. but my heart (and my closet) keeps telling me i need a tall, flat, cognac boot. so there i was, on the edge of a decision when my mom swoops in with a save. she bought them in an effort to bribe me - SWEET! it worked. whatever you want mom.
they arrived at my home in 48 hours (shout out to endless.com) and i was more than eager to put them on. good amount of space for my toes? check. nice fit around my calf? check. doesn't stab me when i walk? yeah, didn't plan for that. i was too sad to be pissed, what a waste of a shoe! and my longing! and my mom's bribery!
i'm gonna take them to the local shoe guy. if he gives me that look that he's given me before, meaning "this is an issue beyond me", then i'll send them back. with tear stains on the leather.