Confession: I've given into Uggs. I now officially own a pair of the tall, clunky sheepskin boots in black. I swore I wouldn't ever pay a dime for them because I knew it was no coincidence that their name seems to be slang for the word "ugly." But my current lifestyle dictates their necessity: it's winter and my apartment is cold. Downright freezing. I work from home a lot because that's what freelance writers do. I also go to yoga. And it's kind of nice to slip into some cushy boots after a hard workout. Not to mention Uggs are kind of all the rage at my yoga studio. Girls casually tuck their Lululemon yoga pants into their boots and rush off to their lunch appointments radiating this sort of chicly disheveled glow that I sadly aspire to. Believe me, I'm not proud of myself, but I'll be damned if I'm not warm and fuzzy.
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When my boyfriend bought me a pair of serious Sorel boots (http://www.sorel.com/Women%27s-Joan-of-Arctic™/NL1540,default,pd.html) for snowy Midwestern adventures, I don't think he expected them to become my houseslippers, too. You don't need heat if your boots are big enough!
ReplyDeleteI have to say I've even thought of caving in recent weeks... and You Know how much I loathe those things but I think I like my toes more.
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