Boots

If you have not noticed yet, I am very much into celebrating seasons, and traditions tied to each of them.  I did not come that way naturally, nor was I nurtured into that mentality. I only remember that summers were always longed for, and winters were there to survive. My favorite Russian movie has a song that says, that "nature does not have bad weather." C'mon, this must have been written in summertime! Even my optimism dwindles when I remember winters back home. Only when I moved to the States was I able to accept the fact, that nature, indeed, can be bearable and even celebratable in any season. You see, my toes don't have to wait for a bus any more, while freezing to the perfect numbness. (does that explain how a nordic person, like myself, still can be resentful about cold weather? cause people think that I greatly enjoy this winter freeze since I'm Russian.) These days I am ok with it and don't have to wait for summers to be happy. It's easy while living in a warm house, getting to places by car, and wearing a pair of nice boots.

Boots. They are in style again, all over the place! I wanted them! I wanted to tuck my skinny jeans into them and wear a short jacket and look like a cute German 19-year-old fraulein. But guess, who wanted boots for me even more? Scott, of course. He loves boots (or women in boots, or women ONLY in boots) to the point that I felt like defending all those bootless girls, including myself.

My problem, however, was not that I am not a fashion diva. Or that boots make me feel klaustrophobic. Or that I can't spend 100 euro on myself, especially before Christmas (a time of herendous overspending as is.) Though all of the above might be true, the most important thing, perhaps, is that shopping in my situation feels like mission impossible.

If shopping experience is intended to be a success and within our means, it must be done: A) without kids, B) without a husband, C) preferably with a girlfriend, or better yet, my sister, D) in a place bursting with choices, such as Munich, and finally E) I have to have all day - looking, choosing, trying on, comparing, praying about it, etc...

None of the above conditions are observed in my case. I shop the wrong way. I shop with kids that can only make it 15 minutes in a non-toy store. Choices are limited in the village of Garmisch-Partenkirchen and my sister is 5000 miles away. I usually realize that I either don't like my purchase by the time I come home, or I pay too much money, or I don't even make it to my store, cause MY cash is already gone on kids' stuff and on groceries, of course.

But, luckily, I am not so dependant on shopping therapy to boost my spirits. I much more emotionally attached to the edible substance like lebkuchen or other products from the German bakery, especially, in the company of my kidlings.

And just for my hubby (cause I love him so much) I finally managed to buy me boots anyway. Here is the problem though. I need more than one pair of skinny jeans now to be able to wear those guys. I bet, Scott did not realize what he was getting himself into.