How boots ruined my outfit.

This concoction actually started out normally.... 

That is, if your version of normal is a monochromatic blouse-sweater combo and a gargantuan pair of freak frames. 

Anyhow, I was off to an OK start - really, I was - but then the sudden urge to fill the newly-formed puffer vest-sized hole in my heart struck with an ugly vengeance.

I know. The attempt was futile. But a dwindling bank account coupled with my inability to commit to what is sure to be a frivolous investment stopped me from relishing in the real object of my affection. 

In fact, this newfound inkling of self-restraint has astounded me as of late. Lately, I've just found it difficult to justify any investments beyond those bound for my feet. 

That's right. 

My name is Gabrielle, and I am a boot hoarder. 

3 pairs. 

One week. 

I've officially snapped...

boots: Etienne Aigner, pants: Paige, sweater: Cynthia Rowley, blouse: American Apparel, vests: thrifted, belt: J.Crew

 In the very best of ways. 

Cheers.