i got stuck in my boots. and i mean STUCK.
yes, the online boot description stated,
"for slim calved legs"
and no, i would never describe mine as slim,
but i bought them anyway,
hoping there would be a little bit of wiggle room.
they are so comfy on.
cute, classy, simple, versatile,
(here is where i've burned a cerebral mental note)
next time i MUST wear tights or knee highs.
you see, the small gap between the top of my socks and the top of my boots,
when slightly moistened by a very feminine dose of sweat,
combined with the aforementioned snugness of the boot,
created a kind of ... ummm... chinese finger TRAP with my leg.
ouch. and i mean OUCH!
pulling, tugging, twisting, whimpering, to no avail.
finally, after pondering taking a pair of scissors to the fine italian leather,
i decided lotion might be a better bet.
even still the boots were stubborn,
but, with devan's help (and reprimands) i was freed.
my calves are still burning, like i've been given two huge indian burns
(remember giving those to your worst enemies in 2nd grade?).
oh, the price we pay for fashion.