Monday, January 11, 2010
The Story Continues -- Here Come the Boots!
The story continues . . .
Early in December, I think it was, Une Femme posted about some Fluevog boots or shoes and I, of course, clicked on that link. I spent a bit of time visiting Mr. Fluevog's glorious universe and before I was done, I'd cut-and-pasted a link for the Zinka boots pictured above into an e-mail for Pater (as some of you know, Pater and I live in different cities during the week, so we e-mail at least daily). The link was intended as playful entertainment and, admittedly, as a hint, and my message said something about how hot I'd be in these boots (sorry, kids, your folks sometimes do talk this way, even after 35 years together . . . ). I'd been thinking about getting a pair of red boots and these are in the Operetta family as are my Giulias, so I know just how comfortable they are, even with the 2.5 inch heel.
About a week later, though, I started realizing these just might be too much of a boot -- so red, and patent at that, and I did my best to cancel the hint, although I recognized a risk that this might just be perceived as more-hinting-disguised-as-demurring (because I may have resorted to that very strategy in the past). I thought the message had been received clearly, but then one mid-December morning, checking my Mastercard account on-line, I saw a large charge from Fluevog, and I knew what my Christmas present would be.
In fact, I've known what my gift would be or at least where it was coming from for most of the past 5 or 6 Christmasses. Since Pater and I share joint accounts and since I'm in charge of them (and explaining this situation was the whole point of my preamble). Pater will sometimes try leaving his shopping 'til Christmas Eve when the charge won't show up 'til after Christmas, but that obviously has risks as well. We could work out a system whereby we'd each have a set amount of cash for gift-shopping, but we haven't yet. Meanwhile, he compensates by occasionally giving me a surprise gift on a non-occasion so there doesn't have to be a lag between buying and giving, so no time for me to see the pre-gift announcement on my MC.
Anyway, the point is that for almost two weeks before Christmas I knew I was getting a pair of boots that I now had misgivings about. I came around, though. I realized that while I wouldn't have spent my own shoe budget on them as they were perhaps too red to be practical, they were still fun and comfortable, and they didn't have to be factored into my budget as they were a gift. I didn't say anything more to Pater about them beyond acknowledging that I'd seen the charge and him saying I couldn't open or wear them 'til Christmas.
So by the time I opened the big Fluevog box on Christmas morning, I was already to put on my game face and, in fact, was looking forward to wearing the boots over the rest of the holidays. I can tromp kilometres in my Giulias, and the tromping would be even more fun in knee-high red patent!
Instead, I opened the box to find
Can you see the difference? I couldn't understand how Pater could miss it . . . how could he get this wrong? how did he manage to pick the wrong pair from the ones I'd sent him the link to?
Turns out he didn't -- he just went to the Fluevog shop, had a look at the ones I'd suggested, decided that he had enough reservations about them that he thought he'd see what he could find on his own, and he was initially drawn to the deep wine colour of these Kona boots, which he rightly saw as being more sophisticated. Next, he thought the sheer sexiness of them -- hello, corset lacing! -- reflected how he feels about me and so made the gift more eloquent. And, finally, he ignored the reality of the 3.25 heel and figured he'd let me at least try them. He got helpful advice from the young women in the shop, getting them to look up my size on the shop computer, telling them my age and dress style, and then he decided to take a chance and at least surprise me.
Well, he did. For one thing, even though these are my usual size in Fluevogs, they fit small, and although I could squeeze my feet into them, they were clearly too tight. As well, I was sure the heel was going to be too high and impractical, although I agreed that the leather and the colour were sumptuous. Finally, there was no denying the sexiness of the style; it's just that I wasn't sure how much I wanted to own that sexiness in public, at my age.
Again, though, I thought about them as a gift and I realized they really didn't need to be practical. While I initially was going to exchange them for another pair or for store credit, I was gradually seduced by them. I broke my decades-long proscription against mercantile transactions on Boxing Day and popped into Fluevog's on Granville where they found me the right size and let me strut around until I was convinced. Because of the heel's shape and placement, I guess, the boots are remarkably comfortable to wear (although the fittedness of the ankles and calves means the wearer should be careful on stairs). I walked a fair bit in them this past weekend with no problem at all, and Pater and I both felt very pleased about a successful, and surprising, gift.
p.s. the Zinkas (the top pair) are now on sale at Fluevogs . . . and they come in practical black as well. . .