I've been wanting a pair of Justin Roper boots for what seems like a lifetime. Recently, it's moved from strictly want territory to need land, since all my other boots are seriously falling apart in these vicious, icy, salted conditions. If this was 1919 I probably would have died from trench foot weeks ago.
And then I found a pair. A pair of beautiful, pristine, black leather lace up boots with extra long fringe on the toes, in what I estimated to be my size (Ropers purportedly come in men's sizes, making me a 6. I did my research!) And you know what the best part is?
I am distraught from the top of my head down to the tips of my wet, icy toes. A moment is silence, perhaps?
But lo, here is the silver lining: my loss is, as always, your gain. I will be putting them up on my Etsy ASAP, hopefully on Saturday. Just looking at them hurts my soul.
My best guess would put them at an 8.5, but I'll have to do some further investigating outside of the 15 seconds it took me to put one on my foot, stand up, and shed a single tear.
