In spite of the un-seaonally warm weather, (is it just me, or is everyone longing for a spell of properly cold weather?) this month we have been mostly thinking about boots (well work, kids, how ridiculously close Christmas is and who has walked the dog – but also boots) as it’s that time of year when I spend many humiliating hours trying on gorgeous, unaffordable boots, that I simply can’t zip over my (normal in my opinion) calves.
MAD thinks it’s hilarious and often chuckles, mumbling “I don’t know why you bother,” as I gasp with joy, over my boots of dreams – only to find they are in fact made for 12 year olds. Dear boot manufacturers, please make long boots made for real women with actual calves – thank you.
But not this season oh no, its good bye to circulation stopping zips and hello ankle boots – as they are the preferred ‘boot of the season’.
Ankle boots can be tricky to get right; too cowboy and you are in danger of looking a little bit ‘rock chick/Pam from Gavin and Stacey at the barn dance’ – too high and we are entering Mark Wright’s mum terrirtory (she’s in TOWIE – what do you mean you don’t watch it?) and too clumpy and we’re talking Klinger from MASH – although personally, I always favour a butch army boot.
According to the fashion press, this seasons ultimate ankle boots are by Acne, but for me, they are pinned on the ‘expensive, a little bit boring, and there are hundreds of cheap copies, so what’s the point’ board.
Call me a shoe snob or an exhibitionist, but if I’ve spent a lot of money on footwear, I don’t want them to look like I bought them in Office!
I’m loving these bad boys from Net-A-Porter but they are too expensive to walk the dog in, therefore not practical.
I’m currently having a bit of a revived love affair with with Dr Martens shoes and at a very reasonable £110, I think these DM Cheslea boots might be just the thing to see me through the winter months – mainly for their practicality, style and ability to look good with an ankle sock and dress – think Marc Jacobs does grunge for Perry Ellis in 1992 – but for Nans.