I'm A Sell Out...

I did it. I admit it.

I went against every sartorial principle that is dear to me, and I bought them. A pair of Uggs.


They are grey. They are ugly. They are obnoxiously trendy. I bought them anyway.

I have always maintained, and still feel rather strongly, that these are quite possibly the ugliest form of footwear known to man. And if not that, at least the worst thing to happen to fashion since the Burkenstock. But I couldn't help myself.

I've started a new work assignment that requires me to take the metro during the early morning hours and then walk another 10-15 mins from the station to my office. This doesn't sound like much, I know, but it's been FREEZING and I finally decided I needed to something to protect me from the cold.

So I did it. I caved. Completely. I sold my soul to the Ugly-As-Sin-But-Inexplicably-Popular Footwear Gods. For full price. I make myself sick.

So after a heinously cold week of waiting they finally arrived yesterday.

The creepy thing is, I can't take them off. I have no desire to take them off. I want to wear them EVERYWHERE...with EVERYTHING.

I think these boots have powers. Mystical, dark powers that have made them a fashion staple despite a design that breaks every rule of fashion known to man.

I hang my head in shame...but that doesn't mean I'm taking off my boots.


Should I happen to purchase a pair of leggings or skinny jeans at any point in the future please perform an intervention. I may not be strong enough to save me from myself.