Adventure time, come on grab your boots!

Yes, well, what did I get up to today you ask? Boot shopping! A country girl like me (as if) rarely buys shoes, my last pair were my beloved docs a year and a half ago. Lets face it, the only time I ever need new shoes is my shoes actually fall apart... Or if I find myself in a city, where there are many boots to tempt me. You can't see this, but I'm wearing my embarassed face, I like to think of myself as being above all that shoe nonsense that women get so much flack for. Shoe mad? Not me, I have one pair of each type of shoe, as is proper! One brogues, one converse, one vans (daps), one DCs, one boots (Dr Martens of course)... Oh, no... Wait... Boots... 

I must convest a shameless love affair I have been having with not one, but two pairs of Dr Martens down the street (no one tell my tea, it will get jealous)! 

I stumbled across two very different boots on a routine hunt for a raincoat yesterday, and fell hopelessly and irrevocably, head over heels. One a pair of eye stingingly bright yellow Adventure time ankle boots with two little Jake faces on them, boots for a childish yet edgy free spirit (read: five year old) and one a pair of dark brown, soft leather,

12 hole triumph boots with ribbon laces, boots for interesting, sophisticated person, in touch with nature and blah, blah, blah, cut to the chase. No you can't get 'em in Britain, no, neither of them. I've wanted the triumphs a long time, I've wanted the AT yellow monstrosities for a day. How long did I spend hassling the staff in Neon? Who knows, may have been anywhere up to two hours. Did I buy the bloody boots? Yes. Which ones? Both, with insoles and a pair of Levis dungarees to boot (Ha! See what I did there; boot).

Well, that was my day, (after all that life changing decision stuff I needed a lie down), how was yours? 

Jake boots (and Jake the dog, reference for those not in the know).

And a photo, NOT A SELFIE, of the triumph boots. Yes, I know, telepathically, which you like better.