Booty Up

It began with the Frye boots. Violet and I had dedicated a hot spring Saturday afternoon to cruising for vintage, and I was on the hunt. We found a pair at TVV, but I didn't bother to try them on, assuming they were too big. Never assume.

Violet, Cinderella that she is, went back, tried them on (perfect fit, and we wear the same size) and snagged them for eighty bucks. Damn. OK fine, her long legs will rock them better in a miniskirt this summer. I can accept that. I just get to borrow them to tuck into skinny jeans once in a while.

How does this relate to GBS?

Well, good shoes are critical, as we know, and not just to narrative. This ain't no fairytale; but since the boots, life's been pretty fucking charmed.