What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if?
This is a quote from Letters to Juliet and even though I am not in this tough a position I still ask myself the question what if. What if I sell my Acne pistol boots and regret that I did this? What if I terribly miss them, want to wear them everyday and have the urge to buy them again? What if?
I think I should be honest with myself. As much as I would love them to be my everyday boots, they are not. I don’t know why, I don’t know how. But they’re not. I think it is partly due to the fact that they are quite high and for that reason not that comfortable. Furthermore, I think that from far they are exactly my style, but when I wear them, they’re not. They’re to simple and classy for me. Did I just say that? Too simple and too classy? Normally I would love that, but now it makes me look boring. And I already feel uninspired lately, so these boots make it even worse.
I have a bad gut feeling when I think about selling them, because they’re just so damn pretty. For every other person they are their fav boots. But not for me I guess. I don’t want to sell them. But I don’t want to wear them either. I just want them to stand pretty in my room, so I can watch them from a distance.
This, however cannot be the case as they’re too expensive and to beautiful not to be worn. So I need to make up my mind. Sell or wear. It’s weir how you can become so attached to a pair of boots. A pair of boots I bought in New York. I have been craving them for years, just like I had been craving to go to New York for years. Both turned out to be a bit dissapointing. I think both the boots and NY match the old me. And I think I can make it work, but I need to put some more effort into it. Give it a second chance. A chance I am willing to give to NY, but no to the boots anymore I guess. I want someone else to be amazed by them and wear them everyday. I need to let go.
This is quite deep for a pair of boots, but you know, I think shoes are one of the most true reflections of how a person is.
(Oh, and about the money I receive for it, I am not sure what to do with it. I think I want to buy a pair of boots (yep in spring) that suits me, and reflects me. I am not sure whether that is a pair of Sendra cowboy boots or some other boots. But they will be boots. They are the best.)