I have this pair of black knee high boots that are possibly the best boots in the existence of the world. They are made of supple leather, in a sexy slouchy but not too slouchy style. They are comfortable to walk in, with a stacked heel and a round toe. They allow me to pull off skinny jeans.
I wear this pair of boots almost constantly, unless it is 90 degrees outside and sometimes even then. I walk miles in these shoes every day, and I've had to have them resoled twice. "You have to help me make these last forever," I tell the shoe repair guy. "The leather is so nice" he says, and I know he understands.
These are the boots that get compliments on the street from strangers. Yesterday while standing at an intersection waiting for the light to change, I heard a woman yell "I LOVE YOUR BOOTS!!" I looked up, surprised. A black woman driving a minivan had made her (very embarassed) husband roll down his window so she could tell me this.
These boots are that good.
Women love them, and so do the men. Walking down the street, men sometimes try to pick me up with "Hey there, boots." One guy even tipped his hat. These boots have commanded more attention and respect from guys than even my most dangerous stiletos. I don't know why this is, because nothing is sexier than the sound of a stileto on pavement. I sound like a soldier on the march in these boots. But then, that's probably the appeal. American men love nothing more than letting women walk all over them.