For those of you who know me, please don't worry about me turning up in a mini skirt and thigh boots at your next dinner party. I was simply looking for soft black leather long boots to team with jeans...I have NO delusions!
I did the rounds of favourite shoe shops and finally found the pair of my dreams....GORGEOUS slimline black soft kid leather just over the knee with a cuff. I try them on. Oos and ahs from myself and extremely convincing sales woman. Utter joy! On the verge of a retail orgasm! They're for me!
I sit down to take them off...and can't. For the next 20 minutes the sales woman, who by now has really lost her charm, and I try all positions trying to pull the things off. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. She also makes really encouraging comments such as"..and these are the wider model too.." I also got " Well they are made for french women.."
After much tugging, pulling and heaving we get them off and I scuttle out of the shop with legs at least 3 inches longer ( in my dreams!!) and no boots.
Well now I know what I have that " Puss in Boots" doesn't....calf muscles. I will obviously have to stop going to the gym if I want my french power boots!!
Maybe I should go to Italy for boots?