Impulse Control

I may have impulse-bought a pair of boots. In my defense they were on sale and they fit over my calves because they have a strip of elastic all down one side. And they are fabulous. And I haven't had a fabulous pair of black boots since my last pair (bought when I was ~22) stopped zipping on me. I hardly got to wear them.

Now I just need someone to show them off to, since I already have half a dozen pairs of cute knee socks. Hum. Anybody want to be my date for a night of boot-related vanity?