this is not an outfit post.

i refuse to start a label called "outfits" in which i show you all the bizarro and daring combos i bravely walk out the door in.  but sometimes, i shake my head and think, "here goes nothing. i'm walking out the door in this."  i usually feel that way mon - fri, 8 - 5 when i face 100 plaid shirt wearing engineers - some with more tact than others.  some greater friends than others.  all of them perfectly honest.  remember the super woman/gold belt sitch?

this is the post in which i tell you that i finally jumped on board the fall boot train.

i've never owned a pair of boots before.  crazy talk, right?

brooke, my most fashionable friend ever, told me about a couple pair of boots she had - one of them a gift from a rich boyfriend {$400 at nordstrom - now, THAT'S crazy talk} and a pair she found at target.  when i saw her in these a could weeks ago, i thought surely they were the nordstrom boots.

wrong.  target. $50.

i HATE target shoes.  i never ever ever consider them.  nothing good comes to mind when i think of target shoes.  {ross, on the other hand...} but these didn't look like plastic leather fake-o boots.  so i snagged them.

and then, for some bold reason, i closed my eyes, pulled a top from the "top" rack, a cardigan from the cardigan pile, and a skirt from the "sunday" rack in the closet, slapped on a pair of grey printed tights and lugged on the boots.  and then walked out of the house like that.  church is a safe place for experiments like that.  consider it a three hour trial run.

but this isn't an outfit post.
i'm just saying - i put those boots on today and am mentally preparing myself for a day full of harassment.