A few days back I was frumpy and popless, I felt dour.
A well seasoned spendthrift, I have a built in mechanism that says buy nothing, less, five dollars is the maximum.
But I was frumpy and went shopping with a friend to remedy my internal doilie. There were boots. Frye boots, new, in my size, in my color. My friend encouraged me, "do it," they said, "there is no easy way to say this, but those are crazy hot." I bought them and wore them out the door.
At work that evening I was no a nonsense all business package of tart cherries and smooth bitter chocolate.
I've had symbolic boots before. Welcome home.
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