After two and a half months of taunting, teasing, running around like an idiot, etc., I finally found them. They have been staring at me from the website, from the occasional shop window, but they've never been quite right. But today, completely by accident, I finally found them. Yes, that's right. I found them. And they're mine. A bit of a splurge, but I don't care. I can quasi-justify it.

That's right. I am now the proud owner of some nearly-perfect Victorian-style boots. Ignore the zipper up the sides. Seriously. Just ignore it. I mean, my boots this summer had a plastic 'spur' on them and green plastic-y stuff on the soles. These ones... not a bit of plastic in sight. And they're rather dressier. We're giving a hand bell concert this Saturday, and we're apparently borrowing victorian costumes from somewhere... and I'm working one evening back at FEP over Christmas... so there's my justification. They're black, they're shiny, they're gorgeous, and they're mine. I think I'm in love.

Oh dear.