and by "work out" I mean don't fit over my apparently enormous calves.
yep, you guessed it, I bought the boots, but the boots gave me the finger.
|pirate hooker? not a good look, my friends.|
Unfolded I looked like a fat hooker,
and folded down I looked like a fat pirate.
neither of which were looks I was going for.
If they had been heels I think I could have gotten away with them, but since they fit so snugly I couldn't pull them up enough, which made them bunch up in the most unflattering way around my ankles.
I decided to show them to Dan, while he was playing video games *facepalm*
this is how it went down...
me: dude, these are terrible, I look like a pirate hooker.
Dan: *eyes pealed on the TV* so you're saying you don't like them?
me: i'm saying they look terrible. look!
*folds them up and down*
Dan: hey, could you do that again?
*catch him checking out my cleavage*
me: you are terrible, I'm sending them back.
It's always a gamble not being able to try things on.
Like the green plaid shirt dress I thought would be SO cute from Old Navy.
No, it's the fugliest dress I've ever owned.
And will remain owning, because I was too lazy to send it back.
You win this time, Old Navy.
The real question is, should I still go for the Steve Madden boots?
What if they are amazing and I end up missing out on some kickass boots?
(This is my mind, it's scary in there.)