Left: mine. Right: sisters.
I kind of wanted to explode when my sister held these red boots up to me. Thank you to whoever designed it, to whoever manufactured it, to whoever bought it, and to whoever donated it to the Goodwill. Except it pains me to say that my sister doesn't really care if she wears them or not. It's probably just something exciting for her to stumble upon as it works it's way to the back of her closet. But don't worry girls, I have plans for these bad boys. Just you wait.
My ankle boots are actually womens--surprising, I know. But you better believe I greased my hooves for them. My brother wore them in my last post, and they actually look better on him since he resembles a twig. Oh, how it pays to be thin and lanky.