These boots are old. As in, I bought them when I was in undergraduate school. So, over thirty years old. I distinctly remember the store where I bought them. I got these there, too:
Not at the same time, mind you. This isn't my picture of the butterfly boots --- mine bit the dust some time ago. Right about the time I found out they were considered "vintage."
Today was choose a Christmas tree day:
We came to a consensus very quickly. Hannah found the tree so fetching she took a selfie:
That;s a thing, right?
The young man working at the lot was stone cold cute. Seriously great-looking. After he got the tree tied onto our car and was walking back to his trailer, Hannah and I said, almost in unison, "I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him walk away."