Nevergirl’s

I like boots. I like wearing them with dresses.

I have one problem, however.

Boots sex up outfits, and I need sexing up like I need Christmas cards in February. You have no idea how depressing it is not to boot up as often as I’d like for this reason. Before we moved here, I actually thought I’d have more reasons than usual to wear boots. Heck, we’re moving to the boondocks. What better reason to go a’boot-wearing than that?

The boondocks, it turned out, was even more conservative than the man and I combined. That’s a lot of conservative, I tell you, because while the man and I appear liberal-minded, at heart we’re really just two probinsyanos who grew up saying the rosary every night.

So, anyway, the last time I wore boots, I had to cover up with a huge-ass jacket so I don’t look slutty. Meet my boots, liquid leggings, and tired face.

These are why I’m blogging about boots now. These babies came in the mail.

They’re a birthday present from Iris who’s booting up like mad herself, and I still haven’t worn them because I’ve yet to figure out how to wear them and still look wholesome. For some reason, boots sex up even a shirt and leggings combo. No, scratch that. Boots sex up anything. Boots are sexy on their own, no?

So yeah, wish me luck. I’m wearing these babies tomorrow. I hope the man doesn’t take one look at me and then ask me to change. He does sometimes hahaha!

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