Dear Boots,

I've had the strangest obsession with you lately. 

Why? I haven't the foggiest. 

Is it the fact that (even though this awful heat is trying to hide it from me), I know that fall must be just around the corner? Is it because I like to wear tall socks, or jump in puddles? Is it because my clothing taste is changing like a maturing taste bud? Who knows, boots? I bought an adorable pair of cowboy boots less than a week after we moved to the Salt Lake area.

They were (I thought) very reasonably priced. 

But for the last few weeks, I've had my eyes on these babies:

I see jeans, striped top, belt and head band for school. 

No! I see flowy skirt, cute tank top and jean jacket for a saturday afternoon... 

No- I see gingham shirt, jeans, and a bandana in my hair while camping.... 

The possibilities are endless.

(sigh) Oh, boots- I don't know what kind of spell you've put on me.

 All I know, is that I want you. All of you.