I’VE BEEN BROWSING E.BAY for the past hour or two, looking for some new boots for fall/winter (see previous poem about boots falling apart). My boot-shopping “kick” (no pun intended) came after I made an afternoon jaunt to Savers and found the most gorgeous red leather boots for $10 — in all of their beautiful, leather size 6 GLORY.
“Look at THESE!” said the woman at the checkout. “Just a little bit of polish and these will be PERFECT!”
“I know,” I gushed. “They’re perfect.”
During my e.bay searches, one of the brands I am really keeping my eyes open for is Frye. They’ve been in the business since 1863 — that’s 145+ years of making gorgeous footwear, folks! Everything on e.bay is still out of my price range, and sadly, Frye boots are a little much for my little pocketbook. Sad, sad face.
“I wonder what brand of boot I purchased today at Savers?” I thought, after scrolling through the last page of Frye boot results.
And wouldn’t you know it, right there printed on the inside tag of my $10 Savers boots: FRYE. Etched into the leather? FRYE.
I literally turned to my sleeping roommate upon discovering this, and said “HOLY. SHIT.” And she’s sleeping, so she doesn’t care. I don’t even have anyone to share my excitement with, which is sad but — geezus! Frye boots!
So excited, doing a little dance in my chair right now.
Week = made.
(This does not mean I am no longer looking for boots…because I am. I always am.)
Love. Lots of it.
(Sidenote: What prompts someone to bring a pair of Frye’s to Savers? Certainly not for drug money…)
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don’t know anything about boots, but sounds like you hit the gold mine. noiiiice!