To The Moon, Jslow.

Practical footwear is required. Isabel Marant boots, toe cut off, and R13 jeans. West Portal sidewalk.

Part of my morning commute: The Quintara steps, Golden Gate Heights.

That’s what I muttered under my breath, after Jslow unceremoniously shot down the link to the moon-boots I sent for her approval.

Pow pow pow….she killed my boots before I had a chance to try them on.

I’d just sold my flat after a very stressful few weeks, which means once Escrow closes, money will be hitting my empty bank account and I can resume shopping for non-necessities and non-house related items, ie CLOTHES + SHOES. This does not mean, however, that I can ever resume shopping at the rate my less-expensive real estate budget allowed. Those days  are over. And it’s a trade-off I am more than happy to make.

What I’ll be shopping for has changed forever too. My commutes to downtown and “town” — as we call the adorable neighborhoods of West Portal and the Inner Sunset –involve hills and suburban sidewalks covered in pine needles, eucalyptus leaves, tricycles and moss from the persistent morning fog. Heels of any sort are out of the question, as are slippery soles of any kind.

Demobaza Skywalker boots.

So as I gazed through my big picture window, picturing myself in all manner of new duds, my online window shopping took me to fashion real estate of the European kind, and the new arrivals from Luisaviaroma. My surfing hit a giant speed bump in the way of these crazy moon boots by new brand Demobaza. Did my elation over selling my place cloud my style? Did the elevation of my new place give me fashion vertigo? And did my increasing comfort in my new home and neighborhood produce a wild streak in me? I’m not really sure, but what I can say is that these over-the top boots sent me over the moon.  Jslow, not so much.

“No” was her reply to my link. No? NO!

I’m still not sure. Were these boots made for walking on this planet? Or just outer space in my bad fashion nightmares. Help!