I make a living as a shoe designer. Noticing a lack of *relevant* boots at the company I work for, I set about adding some to the line. Sadly, none of these made it into the salesmen's bags. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't force it to drink.
Friday, January 15, 2010
the boots that never were...
Poor Cheetah. Finding the right pair of boots isn't easy, especially if you want them to be around for a long time. The boots she chose will definitely get handed down. They're well-crafted American classics you can kick through a Buick with. In the end, she wins for doing her homework and taking her time. It's worth it.
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