Having survived following two tweens around to inappropriate shops such as Forever 21 (my daughter swears that the numerals are meant to be read backwards), Abercrombie & Fitch, and the MAC counter (they just window-shopped there), I was relieved to spend this afternoon in Soho with Mr. C.
I may have continued the inappropriate theme there, though it may simply be a perceived inappropriateness. Although I gazed lovingly at the smart fall dresses in SportMax, I did not try on any. Instead, I went into Dr. Martens, searching for the grad student of my youth, and I tried on the fantastic boots above and below.
What would I wear them with? Who knows, but I'd wear them. (Definitely during my unit on "punk.")
I also tested the new satchels made in a Liberty of London collaboration with Dr. Martens. My verdict? Try the Martens patent leather satchel instead.
The Strawberry Thief satchel? Too yellow.
The floral satchel? Too white.
This patent satchel? In acid yellow (available at the store)? Yes.
Then upon emerging into dimming daylight after an hour or so in Purl Soho, I learned that most of the boutiques had closed. At 7! On a Thursday!
But the Frye boot shop was open, so I hoofed in, still carrying a glimmering torch for the campus boots that I so wanted in Grade 7 but was denied. (I still don't know why.) There I tried on this embellished low cowgirl boot:
As I was wearing a pink sundress with a circle skirt (I had my flower sunglasses in my bag, but felt tht they might be *too* retro with my dress), I felt a little like my countrywoman, k.d. lang, when she dressed in her prairie cowgirl skirts of yore and sang "Turn Me Round (The Square-Dancing Song)":