Treat. Yo. Self.

I have been watching the show 'Parks and Recreation' since it came out, but I became a real devotee last season (and am continuing to find it my favorite Thursday show this season, as well). This past Thursday's episode had a lot of moments that I liked, especially one with Ron Swanson that almost made me cry, but here is where I most laughed:

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I love the idea of a day of indulgence, especially after many months of not treating myself due to my ever-changing shape. And today? My friends, that's exactly what my husband and I did: we treated ourselves.

Both the Greek and I had pretty shitty weeks (although they were so short...!), for each of us culminating in a supremely shitty day yesterday. It was the kind of day that for me, at least, made me question my dedication to my work and wonder if all these years I've been deceiving myself about being a semi-decent teacher. And it made me want to get off my ass and join higher education again (is it too late? What's that they say? "Publish or perish"? Hmm...) It was that bad. So this morning, when my husband told me, "Let's go buy your boots," I didn't demur or think of the price. I treated myself. And it felt gooood.

[I'd like to point out that, for the record, my husband bought himself some pretty awesome things as well, so we both finished the day poorer but happier. Oh, and we also bought pretty swaddling blankets for the baby! See? Good parents!]

So off we went to the Fluevog store in Boston and rocked out. I made a beeline straight to the boots with which I fell in love some days ago and asked to try them on. Since I'm usually a 10 but my other 'Vogs are a 10.5, the saleslady brought me both sizes. I couldn't even get the 10s on my feet, but the 10.5 were fine. They weren't SUPER-COMFY, though, and I walked around the store trying to figure out if they were worth it. My husband liked them a lot on sight, so he was no help. I was really liking them visually (and I'm not a pointy-toe kind of girl), but they just weren't as comfy as I've been told Fluevogs should be (and my yellow ones never REALLY were, let's be honest). Finally, concerned that I'd end up buying another pair of costly boots that didn't feel like slippers, I expressed my concern to the lady and said that I just felt a little compressed in the ankle area as well as the toes. She offered to bring an 11. Those fit like slippers. It felt like my feet were getting a hug. I brought them home.

Don't they look nice just hanging out by their shopping bag and my husband's dresser? I am in lurve.

Oh, we also finished the night at P. F. Changs. Life is good, my friends. Life is good. I have new boots, they're totally stylin' and necessary (remember: I didn't have black boots anymore!) and I am super-happy. While I've been really good about saving money and not indulging on myself, it felt pretty damn good to treat myself, too. Especially with fine leather goods.

Zipper detail on the back