An Ode to the Stuart Weitzman 5050 boot


One day over my Christmas break, I was at Saks Fifth Avenue in Richmond, VA with my parents, looking for a few nice coats for my dad.  I didn’t want to look at anything that I’d like there because I knew that Christmas was a few days away and I honestly didn’t want any more money spent on me.  No matter how determined I was to avoid any shopping, I was eventually enticed by a salesperson to browse the shoe section while waiting for my dad to make his own purchases.  Of course, right when I entered the glorious shoe section, I was instantly greeted by the amazing and covetable Stuart Weitzman 5050 boot.  I had previously written about this boot on my blog and knew very well of its magnificence.  Especially since I’m a boot girl, I knew that these were special and it felt like a crime to even touch them.  After my mother caught me admiringly stroking their soft leather, she egged me to try them on “just to see how they look.”  I’m not usually willing to get so intimate with such prestigious fashion items because I know I don’t NEED them in the first place, but this time it was too hard to deny my curiosity over how they really looked and felt.  After slipping on the one of the last few pairs the store had in stock and the last in my size, I stood up and looked in the mirror with feelings of immense guilt in my head but a ridiculous smile on my face.  These boots were awesome and everyone in the area, including my initially hesitant dad, agreed.  After a few minutes of admiration, I rushed to take the boots off so that I wouldn’t endure any hard feelings about leaving them behind, since I knew there was no chance that I could ask for these as a gift from my parents.  However, by some miracle, both of my parents started telling me how great they looked and in no time I was giving them the biggest hugs ever with a very large bag in my hand.  The boots were mine, which was something that I’d never expected.  Of course they were an “extra-special” Christmas present and I couldn’t wear them until Christmas day, but nothing could’ve wavered my surprise and happiness that day. 

Since Christmas, I’ve worn my boots hesitantly since I don’t want to tarnish their perfection, but whenever I do put them on my feet, they feel amazing.  I still feel guilty that I actually let my parents purchase the 5050’s for me, which probably won’t diminish anytime soon, but I’m glad to know that they trust my ability to care for them.  As a boot with such versatility, chicness, sexiness, classiness, and functionality, I’m confident that they’re THE iconic piece in my wardrobe that will always be able to break the style barrier.    




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