Booty gloom
I’m really upset. I really am. It seems that beloved pair of boots is no where to be found.
My pair of loyal boots, which has followed me from toronto to vancouver, to new york, to boston, is gone. My pair of loyal boots, which has trudged with me through -40 degrees wind chill snow storms in winnipeg, gotten wet in misty rain in vancouver and victoria, weathered the tarred road through broadway-5th ave-soho, and endured my months of daily wear, is sadly absent.
The problem is, I have no idea how it got lost. It could have been stolen, accidentally thrown away, or it could have decided to walk out on its own. Nonetheless, I’m back to square one and I have to save up once more to buy my next pair from Aldo.
What a booty gloomy day.
*Above: Pictures taken from Aldo. Boots that I’m considering from their collection.
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how do you “lose” a pair of boots? LOL.
I still have my trusty pair of Timberland boots clean and packed away safely!