I love them.
Andrew hates them.
But he is such a good husband that he put his personal views aside and bought me a pair for Christmas. Tall. Chocolate brown. Just what I wanted. But, oh the drama that has revolved around these boots since Christmas morning.
Andrew knows I wear a size 8, so logically he bought me a size 8. No one told him that UGG boots should be purchased one size smaller than the usual size of the wearer, as they should be snug, allowing them to properly mold to the wearer's feet. I knew when I put them on, and began dancing around the house, that I needed a size 7. I didn't want to admit it, but I knew. On December 26th I began making phone calls. It seems every shop in all of Canada is depleted of UGGs... What to do? What to do? Desperate to wear my new boots, but not willing to risk hating them in a week because they are too big, I needed a solution, and waiting until mid-January when new shipments were due to arrive was not an option. My mom is here for a few days visiting, and we ventured off to the mall today in search of an answer. Every shop we went to had one, maybe two pairs left... Size 5... Size 9... Then I found them. Size 7... not chocolate brown, but chestnut. Lovely, but I just wasn't quite "feeling it", so I left them, and walked around with Mom and the babies for another hour. We were having some lunch when I was overcome with the realization that I NEEDED those size 7 chestnut UGGs. I think I reached this epiphany at the same moment Mom said: "Maybe you just weren't meant to have UGGs.". I couldn't bear the thought. I walked, well, ran back to the store, and as I rounded the corner I saw her. A very pretty girl holding MY BOOT. I knew they were the only ones left. My heart began to race. I could feel my face getting hot. I broke a sweat. She literally examined every inch of that boot for what felt like an hour, but was probably only 10 seconds. She slowly put the boot down, and took one step back to examine it from a slight distance. I knew what she was doing. I knew what I had to do. I didn't even hesitate (not like me at all). I snatched up the boot, walked directly to the cashier and proclaimed: "I'll take these.". I truly believed the pretty girl was going to smack me/tackle me/do something awful to me on my way out of the shop. I didn't care. I have lovely tall chestnut UGGs, and they fit like a dream.