A nonsensical letter to Urban Outfitters - The Shoes.

Isn't it predictable of me to admit I love Urban Outfitters?
 

Dear UO,

Today, I purchased The Shoes of my life. The Ones I've wanted for nearly THREE months now. They have, to be blunt and childish, MADE MY LIFE.

Annoyingly they're not on the website any more, meaning I can't find a decent picture of them to post - but perhaps that's a blessing in disguise as they're the kind of shoes that will break hearts when unobtainable, they're that good.

They are black ankle boots. Suede. High. Chunky. Mahogany. Fat. Incredible. Sensual. And, to be literal, hoof like. UO and Boy London, you have made my year in footwear. And ensured a permanent strut across campus ;)

So for these, I thank you. Already, with only one 10 minute strut down Digbeth High Street in the rain, they have proven themselves the ultimate cure for any future bad mood, headache, outfit crisis, strop or encounter with The Undesirables.
So again, many thanks.

Until Pay Day, my sweet...

Adieu
<3
I don't give a shit.