So when mum recently claimed she had a pair of boots 'just like the ones at Marc Jacobs, they would have fitted you now aswell...', I wasn't expecting material goods, as along with the rest of her 'amazing wardrobe' they were probably sitting in the hands of Cancer Research.
How wrong could I have been? It turns out she had stashed these bad boys - practically unworn - purely for the fact they cost £300 in the 80s. I think I struck gold, and of course, they do fit - like a glove.

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I should probably grow another 7 inches before even considering wearing these beauties in public, but I can't see that happening anytime soon.
Mid thigh is the new over the knee.
Ah, I know that bitterly disappointing conversation so well. My mum's thrown away all things vaguely wearable but managed to keep things like vintage musical beer tankards in pristine condition.
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