And That Was Not the End of It

I should stop lying to myself.

As long as Zalora, pasabuys, local resellers, and a yellow-stitching-obsessed community exist, there is no stopping me from buying one more pair of boots that feel like a medieval torture device before they turn into the comfy shoe that every masochist Dr. Martens owner raves about. On top of that, boots would make my feet feel like in a sauna every time I strut them around this country's hot and humid weather. 

But hey, if it is the price I have to pay for that extra dose of confidence and attitude as if I am about to conquer the world, then so be it.

I finally have my dream cherry reds. The elusive cherry reds. They're preloved, almost unused. And that could only mean that this pair still feels like a wild beast that needs to be tamed. I'm still in the process of breaking them in and while at it, I am already on the look out for a Church Vintage Monkey or maybe a clunky and rebellious Jadon that would probably destroy my feet during the break in period. But who cares? 

Angas over comfort, right? 😅

Dr. Martens 1490 (10-eye) Smooth Leather in Cherry Red