The suns been shining and the skies been blue. Warm weather always makes me dream of ridiculously high heels lifting me up closer to the sun. I traditionally buy a pair of gigantic heels right about this time of year that then sit on a shelf looking pretty at me in the months to follow. Sometimes I arrange them artistically on nails hammered into the wall — my spring folly display. This year I have reluctantly accepted that heels do not fit in my lifestyle — that I will just never, ever wear them — which immediately led into the happy conclusion that this leaves more room for boots in my life. I will always wear boots. Boots go with everything, and can be worn anywhere. It’s the perfect San Francisco shoe. But for the first time ever I think these particular boots are more beautiful non-distressed. Non-beat in. Which may require a major lifestyle change, because I lead a pretty distressing life; for my shoes at least. Or a readily available shoe shiner. And by that I mean boyfriend.