I’ve been dreaming of these boots since 2003 when I was first (and finally) allowed to watch Pretty Woman.
There they were: Julia Roberts, an iconic bobbed wig, and a pair of patent thigh high boots so scandalous and fabulous my 11-year old brain couldn’t handle it. Mind you, I was still in platform Sketchers then, and my most extravagant shoe was a pair of patent Mary-Janes with a blocked heel; the fact that boots could be so shiny and so damn high was a marvel to me. They were taboo, and they were titillating.
Fast forward a decade later. Everyone and their mother (except a handful, including mine) has a pair of the iconic suede Stuart Weitzman thigh high boots. Black, grey, taupe, burgundy, and now in leather too. Which color? How many can a girl justify owning? Will they even fit up my post-ballet calves?
The thigh’s the limit. But my bank account, not so much. (I’ll just stare at this rotating GIF and dream of my perfect pair…)
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