Snow and the Stylish Gal
I have relied for years on combat boots to see me through real storms. They're mostly waterproof, and since the 1970s, they've been a familiar sight--if sigh-engendering--in public places.
My style-maven friend tells me that I'm too old to wear combat boots to combat the snow. Yet she's advocating as a substitute galooshes. She had an old-school brand all picked out, but the idea of wearing galooshes in my adult years, in NYC, just flabbergasts me.
My style-maven friend tells me that I'm too old to wear combat boots to combat the snow. Yet she's advocating as a substitute galooshes. She had an old-school brand all picked out, but the idea of wearing galooshes in my adult years, in NYC, just flabbergasts me.
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Hmm, her very very hyper lithe dancer's body...
I wondered whether I mightn't get some shit for that. The description being smack-dab on the Unfogged front page and all.
It was my very firstest web meet-up (unless one counts dropping in on Edward_ in his gallery). Both occasions: less awkward than one would have thought.
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