My attention has been pulled to labour footwear. It's strange, though I wouldn't class my style as anything particular (more tit bits of everything) I'm more a fem (feminine dresser) than I would like to admit....Tilting my head and looking up in wonder, when I think about the boots and shoes that clog pathways in my maison, the heels daintily point to fem. And I thought I wore it all. The thing is, I was at work when a young lady started talking of boots she'd seen and mentioned her heart wanted them but her heart couldn't find them (really she was in love). That's not the kooky part, the kooky part was my superwoman reaction to help her find these boots as if it were crystal Maze and a bald guy would lock us in the room if we failed. Was it not for my charitable nature...ha ha ha charity and finding shoes what a blonde moment....I would not have jumped online with frantic determination to get these boots on this girl. Though I thought little of these boots to begin with, the more I found some, the more I wanted them myself... Lace up work boots, boots I've turned a nose up in disgust to and even dramatically turned my back unto....butch, flat, black boots. Here I am take me as I am boots, I don't care labour boots. They have, with heavy laborious steps, walked right into my heart....straight to the je desire section. These ones are Urban Outfitters and the best I've seen online so far. River island, Office and Topshop are doing there dodgy versions of it, but I suppose I may have to head to the markets to get a real special pair, promise to show you when I do.

 
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