New Boot Goofin’

You are probably wondering how I got myself in this predicament. It was a cold, rainy day in August, a preview of a fast-approaching autumn. I checked the weather forecast before getting ready, a daily ritual for the London dweller, and was surprisingly pleased at the onset of rain. Strange for me I know, a vocal sun lover and summer baby, but I was excited. Excited because it meant I could debut my new trench coat (gorgeous forest green, belted, ankle length) and it also meant I could dust off the ol’ rain boots I hadn’t worn since we had snow nearly two years ago. Perhaps it was poor storage practice since I’d only worn them a handful times before they broke. My mum said it was because I “walk too fast”, a combination of having long legs and running perpetually late (I am trying to get better). Whatever the reason was as to why my left heel was in my hand and not attached to the rest of my boot, it was embarrassing.

Feeling a weird click in my shoe as I walk along the the uneven roads from Nunhead station to the back streets of residential Brockley, I assume it was nothing but a twig or stone and continue powerwalking to my destination. Mere minutes later, I take a step and the heel of my boot is a whole footstep behind me, upright on the pavement. Of course, I buckle. The shame! Picking up the block heel from the floor, I sit on a wall and FaceTime my friend, saying nothing and holding the heel in the air beside my face, my mouth forming an exaggerated ‘O’. I keep the heel in my hand and walk towards the station where I shall take shameful refuge until my friend meets me with a pair of her mums shoes. I change into black trainers and we pay our respects to my gorgeous, square toe boots before tossing them in the bin. I miss them.

They were a not-too-obvious dupe of the Chloé rain boot, a rubber wellington boot with style. The ‘Betty rain boot‘ is an ultimate, indulgent want of mine. But we are in a cost of living crisis, so a want they’ll stay.

Since the retirement of my dupes, I’ve been in a square toe state of mind when it comes to shoes. It has also prompted a hunt for a new pair of autumn boots. For my first official fashion post, I thought it’d be fitting to put together all of my fave boots at the moment and scratch that new-boot-wanting itch. What better way to welcome the new season than by adding a staple piece to your wardrobe?

For those who aren’t ardent fans of a knee high boot like myself (but still love a square toe). COS, £180

So so gorgeous. Pair with a pleated mini skirt and flowy, ruffled shirt to encapsulate a 70s look. RAID, £58

cowboy boots: a Brief interlude

Whenever I go to Sloane Square, I pop into Ganni. On my last visit, as I strolled downstairs to look at more of their latest collection, there they were, staring right back at me. My dream cowboy boots in ‘Barbados Cherry‘, along with their £625 price tag. I love cowboy boots, have since I was a tween. They elevate any outfit, adding a playful, stylish element. Normally decked out with an exaggerated pointed toe and cheeky block heel to add some confidence to your strut, every girly should own a pair. Already owning a black pair of cowboy boots since 2022 which I find hard to put down, I’ve been feenin’ for another pair. Towards the end of summer, my Pinterest board was full of burgundy red cowboy boots, but I never really found the right shade I wanted browsing online or in-store. Until these. Although summer has come to a close, the cowboy boot is definitely here to stay.

You know I love them. Ganni, £625

White embroidery, discreet square toe and a weathered, burnt tip. These boots do not disappoint. Urban Outfitters, £82 £58

Also taking this opportunity to show off my latest boot additions, of course, a cowboy boot:

Thrifted ODB t-shirt, vintage Tommy Hilfiger monogram print denim skirt, new boots