MY kind of porn (aka red boots)

Today I ordered a pair of red boots. A good question at this point would be: Jenny, how many pairs of boots do you already own?

I can think of five right now. To be fair, I really only wear 2 of those pairs and one really needs to be thrown out. I also fell and scuffed my good church boots last week.

Did I need red boots? No. These caught my attention from the tiny laptop screen and called to me. They are a very safe, simple design. I can order dark brown or black and wear them to church every week...but red. Red is what I need. $70 red boots are the only thing worthy of a 33 year-old who is trying to figure out who the hell she is supposed to be in life.

A simple red boot says, "Hey, I am grown and responsible but you don't know me. I am still a woman of mystery."

At least that is how it goes in my head.


These are not the boots I ordered, but this is how I expect to feel in them...without showing my panties to strangers.

p.s. The boots are already improving my life. I researched and learned the proper use of "pair" and "pairs" for this post.