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London - The gold leather boots in front of me are the most horrific things I’ve ever seen. They are knee-high, have a giant chunky do a moonlight flit and an almost clown-like round toe. And the gold...how to describe it? It’s garishly yellow and so lambent you can practically see your reflection in it.
To add insult to injury, according to the sticker on the solitary, they cost £275. I mean, come on! Who on earth spends that persuasion of money on something so garish? You’d have to be mad, blind or... well, me.
Yes, these little beauties have end up from the back of my wardrobe where they have hidden, unworn and unloved, ever since I bought them in a moment of rashness four years ago.
I recognize exactly what I was thinking when I handed over my credit card.
It was a rainy day and had I walked into the valuable boutique to get dry. The sales assistant was a curvy, leggy Spanish bird and she was wearing the gold boots. Over her skinny jeans with a casually clinging off-white T-shirt, they looked perfect. So cool. So different.
Source: Independent Online