Obsessed is an understatement

Last fall, while in Poland, I was shopping for shoes (as I do when abroad). I was on a mission to buy one pair of really awesome boots. I found a pair that were really hot, but they were booties, not boots. Anywhoo, they were so different, that I had to get them.

UNTIL.

Until I spotted a pair of Over-the-Knee black boots. We're talking HOTNESS, baby. I pictured myself walking through Berks County with those bad boys. I think the Amish would have been shocked. Anyway, the both boots would have practically emptied my bank account, so I did the worst thing. I settled. I know, I know. I shouldn't have done it. Because now, 10 months later, I am still thinking of the OTK boots that I left behind miles across the Atlantic. Darn it.

Today, I conducted a search online for some OTK hotties and immediately got this anxious, heart-pounding feeling. I am in LOOVE. I want to rock some OTK's like my neighbors want to see inside my yard.

Here are some heart-pounding show stoppers that I'm in L-U-V with:

Do I want flats? I was thinking more along the lines of some heels. ya know?

My concern: I have small calves. Are these too big?

I think I love these, but they're 2 inches too high. 5 inches is just too much for my weak knees.

Well, hello. Amish-Viewer Discretion Advised.

Oh. Dear. Trouble.

So, I'm deciding that my goal for this brand-new school year is going to be to find a rockin pair of OTK's and (no, not wear them to school) wear them all over town.

And if the purchase is made...you'll be the first to know. Trust.