Ferruccia Suede Boots from the Brian Atwood for the Tuesday
Manolo says, it is Tuesday, only the second week of November, and already you feel as if you have been sucked into the annual holiday season whirlpool; swirling, swirling, swirling around the giant vortex of seasonal merriment and angst. Any second, you will be dragged down below the surface of normality by the combined forces of heirloom turkeys, two kinds of stuffing, homemade pies, Black Friday shopping, nativity pageants at the church, and the Santy Claus.
You will struggle valiantly against it, but it is inevitable. Your holiday fate is sealed.
One minute all will be normal, and the next, as sanity leaves your body, you will be frantically searching for the silver nonpareils to adorn the twenty dozen Xmas-tree-shaped cookies you have vowed to bake for the firemen who extinguished Gary’s Camero last year.
No, you do not need to bake these cookies. Undoubtedly, the fireman at the station are still enjoying some of the 20 dozen cookies you delivered last year.
“But, it’s now a tradition,” you say to no one in particular, “every year since 2010 we’ve baked cookies for the firemen.”
And, this is the strongest evidence that you are in the center of the holiday vortex, when time and space warp. Things that appear insane to those standing outside the vortex, seem perfectly normal to those aswirl in the center.
“I think I’ll volunteer to make all the costumes for the Nativity pageant,” you announce to the candy novelties in the baking aisle as the supermarket, “I know where to find real goose feathers for the angel wings.”
No. You do not know where to find real goose feathers for the angel wings. And it is utter madness to think that you do.
“Wouldn’t it be great if the whole family dressed in the same pajamas on Christmas morning,” you say to the steering wheel, “I bet I can find something on sale at the Big Lots.”
Ayyyyy!
Look, in your final moments of sanity… gorgeous boots!
The Ferruccia Suede Knee High Boots from the B. Brian Atwood. Gorgeous and not at all insane.
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daisyj 13 years ago
I have been experiencing something very similar in my wedding planning; to the point that I have given it a personality and named it the Wedding Zombie. Now that I think about it, the wedding and Christmas phenomena do share more than a few traits: the unrealistic expectations of perfection, the vast marketing machines, the wearing of clothes you might not otherwise choose for yourself, the inevitability of family.
I suspect that trying to do both at once would either cure you or make your head explode.
Lisa from SoCal 13 years ago
A person could rule the world in such boots.
Impkitti 13 years ago
Loved, loved the boots until I saw that big, ugly zipper in the back.
Why ruin something so sleek and elegant by attaching a coarse, cluncky zipper?
thea 13 years ago
The boots inspire me create a new character “The Christmas Dominatrix”.
I shall wear those boots, have a riding crop with red ribbon and holly on the handle and perhaps a small bell to jingle ominiously when my minions treaten to transgress.
Oh KAY…..Christmas is suddenly looking up!
Thank you for the inspiration Manolo
raincoaster 13 years ago
But ingratiating one’s self with firemen is the kind of tradition that is worth cultivating, especially if one’s significant other is taking one for granted.