This week has been a tricky one. Sunday it was beautiful, sunny, fabulous autumn and then on Monday it turned to winter. Short days. Cold weather. Rain. The fire that has been on for 4 days running now. It’s like time did some trick and all of a sudden fast forwarded me to 3 months from now. Which is fine, I guess, but it has taken me by surprise this all of a suddenness of it all. Add into the mix 2 kids that have colds, a healthy dose of cabin fever and a little pang for the busy city life and this lady has been in quite a spin.
Harper has been suffocating. Desperate to be near me. On me. Actually on me. As in our skin touching. How very peculiar. And then a 4 year old who is also unwell. And a little over tired. And suffering from one hell of a case of end of school term fatigue-itis. We have had some dooooozies of tantrums – some not seen since this time last year when Daisy’s behaviour all went to shite. I have had to put out so many fights between Daisy and Harper. Daisy and her bestie. Daisy and whatever she desires at any given moment. It’s been shouty, people. It’s not been pretty. You get that every now and then though don’t you?
So on Wednesday afternoon Rob ordered me out of the house for an hour or two while he minded the girls. Just to get some space – some physical space between me – and them. He’s a good man (and the best bit was when I got home he said “holy shit no wonder you are losing your mind”Win for me!). So I didn’t need to be told, the moment he popped back inside from his studio I had the keys in my hand, my phone in the other and my handbag flung around my neck – I was outta there. I ventured into our nearest big town for a wander around some shops. A coffee. Some freaking peace and quiet. Things didn’t quite go to plan when I purposely went to the un-kid-friendliest cafe in town (yes we have one of those who does not open the door wide enough for prams…seriously) so I could sit. With adults. And do important stuff like tweet in private. What do you know? Some freaking children had literally slipped through the cracks and were sitting next to me. Saying Mama! Mama! Mama! Over and over. At least I am nothing but consistent.
So I had my coffee then got the hell out of there to see if I could find my new winter boots. As discussed with Nikki from Styling You via email and after the successful boot purchase for Daisy, I wanted to see if I could find me TWO pairs of boots. My vision is this: one pair of chunky black biker boots for casual attire – leggings/jeans/chunky cable knit jumpers combo for school pick ups and a taste of the city life IN COMBINATION WITH the high top casual flat boot for wearing over tights and skinny jeans and teamed with a polo neck sweater when I want to channel my inner Princess Mary Southern Highlands look. Simple right? Yeah right. I have no idea where those biker boots are (most certainly not anywhere around here) but I *should* be able to get the others when I remortgage the house.
I went into the fancy shoe shop in town. A serious shoe shop. In fact, it is called a ’boutique’. And they had just had huge deliveries of boots as there were boxes. Everywhere. Stacked high. And they were big boxes. And there were many, many women in there trying on these boots in boxes. I suspect the delivery of said boxes had just come in. Women in chairs with boxes and tissues and boots everywhere. In between their blinding diamonds hanging of their hands I struggled to see just what all these boxes were. That said HUNTER on the side of them. They were gagging for them. It was upon closer inspection that I discovered that THEY WERE GUMBOOTS. Rubber. Boots. Wellies. Sure they might have a fancy buckle but THEY WERE GUMBOOTS.
Strangely enough all of the women trying them on had navy on too. So they could totally rock this look. I suppose.
And one particularly fancy lady (as an aside a very horsey looking woman) was going all gaga over these quilted boots. QUILTED GUMBOOTS. And she kept asking the saleswoman over and over “Are they the glossy? I’m not sure these are the glossy? ARE THEY THE GLOSSY?” Gumboots people!
But then! THEN! I saw the price tag. On each and every box (not just the GLOSSY!) they had this written on them. It’s right. Believe me, I checked 3 or 4 times.
I got the hell out of there, got in the car and went home because all of a sudden the crazy at home seemed a whole lot more acceptable than that crazy.
All images were taken from net-a-porter (but of course darling)