
This fixation began in Austin during SXSW. Every vintage store had shelves of short white cowboy boots. I was practically peeing myself with excitement, until I realized that all them were a size 6 (or smaller!). I consoled myself with the idea that I could definitely find a pair in an Amazonian size 9 when I returned to Philly. No such luck!
I am not sure when the boot in my mind's eye began to grow fringes, maybe it is related to the moccasin boots I have been wearing lately? (Side note: I am also fairly intrigued by fringe-y purses. Nonetheless, I am not yet ready for fringed jackets. Give me a week or two...)

I was watching these on Ebay for a week, but I forgot to bid on them over the weekend. Oh, the shame.
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