The boots

Thanks to all of you who extolled the virtues of La Canadienne, these are my superfantastic new La Canadienne boots. In action.

You can't see it, but I'm totally doing pouty lips with my catwalk.

This isn't the most flattering picture, but see how my athletic calves plus leggings fit inside them without a single squeeze?

Maybe you can't tell. But they do.

I love them so much that I would totally marry them. If I weren't married. And if they were a hot guy.

Particularly if they were a hot Canadian guy, of which I am absolutely certain there are many up there in Canada. Unless of course he wanted me to move to Canada. Which I could never do, purely because I lack the strength to survive winters any colder than DC.

But otherwise, I would totally marry them.

So the boots. There were so many I liked that it was hard to choose, but I just loved that these were flat with kind of chunky soles and roundy toes.

They are so warm and waterproof and the soles are supportive and soft and comfy. I got them a couple weeks ago and I've worn them practically every day. With jeans, with skirts, with a tunic and leggings.

I commute to work in them, and I will tell you, they don't slow me down one bit. Plus I feel more attractive in them than in my Dansko clogs or my sneaks. I figure the fact that they make me less dorky on my commute is worth a ton.

They're the spendiest boots I've ever bought, but if I wear them five million times, then amortized, they'll really only cost pennies per wear. No?