The cure to all broken hearts . . .

What's a girl to do when in desperate need of a pick me up?

Buy new shoes of course!

And what could be better than a new pair of boots, ready for the winter months. 

For about the past three years I have hunted high and low, for the whole autumn/winter season, in desperation for THE perfect boots. They needed to be brown for starters. They also needed to be long, dont want to get cold shins. They also, as an absolute must, had to have 'roundy toes'. None of this pointy or kind of roundy toed nonsense. If they're not chunky, I dont want them on my feet.

So anyway, I never found these mythical perfect boots, until this monday. After what could have been the breakthrough to a new start on life, a big mother fluffer of a bombshell came and shat on everything. Back to square one it is for me then. So, feeling further than down in the dumps, and on the verge of vomming at every dreadful thought, I knew I needed to get help. 

On Monday I left work early so I could make it to the shops for some much needed retail therapy (forgetting the muchly needed deodorant- thank god I live with my sister and she has some spare!). I visited my favourite haunts, TK Maxx, HMV and Lush (just for the smells that day). On the way to TK Maxx, I spied THE boots in the window. I looked at them with big puppy dog eyes, in the hope that a member of staff would see my pain and give me them for free . . . that didnt happen. Plus, the price was too much for me to afford. Instead I then went to HMV and treated myself to some silly kid films, guaranteed to cheer me up again. I then went about my business in a few more stores, before then taking a leisurely stroll back home, keeping an eye on those thundery clouds though, they looked angry. I made it home safely, but couldnt forget about the beauties I'd just set my heart on. I knew I needed them for the winter, so saving up a pound a day wouldn't get me them until next spring. So I emailed mummy with my conundrum. She replied the next day, and lucky for me she said in a roundabout way 'buy them and put money back into your savings later'. SCORE!!! 

I wangled a trip to Meadowhall with Big Sis that evening, and made a beeline, via Primark, for Schuh once we got there. I've never spent nearly a weeks wages in one go, but it can safely say it has definitely made my world a happier place.

The following is, in short, the way I made a happier difference to my life this week:

Step One: Calm those nerves and de-stress

Went to Boots, bought Rescue Remedy, and turned that frown upside down 

Step Two: Buy a new hat (or two)

Step Three: Buy new boots

Step Four: Calm those nerves and de-stress from the thought of the price of said 'Wonder Boots'

Take more Rescue Remedy and dont look at the bank account for another week.

Along the way I also bought a new jacket, because my boots needed something to match. The boots are not just something to make me feet look awesome, they're a kick ass couple, ready to take on the puddles, leaves and snow of the world!

For those of you interested, they are Dr Martens. They're the Triumph Shearling, in the most beautiful roughy brown leather, fleecey lining, and ribbons for laces. I always have and always will LOVE Dr Martens. I had loads of pairs as a kid, then as a teenager, and now as a 'Big Lady' I have brought another pair into my life. I dont really care about the price, because you can count on DM's, they're trustworthy and they'll last a lifetime. Not just that, but as my good friend Sarah told me today 'u can always rely on the Bouncin soles to put a smile on ya face :o) xxx' and she was right! Thanks Saz xx

So, I would like to introduce my new boots to the world, because at the end of the day, amazing things are here to be shared. 

Please welcome Amelia Pond and Rory Williams, Wonder Boots of the Universe, my new best friends. Existing to make the world a better place, put bad people in their place and to put a big fat smile on my face.