After I moved out of home - away from central heating - these ugg boots were the first thing on my wish list for my birthday. Back then they were not a fashion item, at least, not unless you were part of the booner subculture. And now that I think about it, they were in on the skinny jeans trend early too.
In the thirteen years since my beloved uggs have given daily service at home for at least five months of every year. They had gotten very ventilated. I sewed them up Frankenstein-style long ago but more holes appeared since then and it had been a few years since I could wear them without socks. I also had to tie the back of the right one up with a rubber band.
Even so, it was only a couple of near misses tripping over the flapping soles and the fear of a serious injury - seriously embarassing maybe - that finally convinced me to replace them.
And I'm infatuated. Every day I look forward to coming home so I can put them on. Hey it's been a tough few weeks, and small pleasures are welcome.
I love wearing them sans socks. I wore them to the supermarket. If you look closely you might see I've already spilled something on them.
Thanks for saying lovely things about the short scarves. Here's a sneak peek of another one in the parade of scarves (not keeping this one either).