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My grey leather 0ver-the-knee boots à la Serena van der Woodsen and Isabel Marant are no longer over-the-knee.

They’re more drooping-and-bunching-beneath-the-knee, largely defeating their purpose and turning me into a hunchback constantly pulling at her boots as she attempts to walk.

Maybe this is one way to legitimize why  überfashionites don’t wear things once they’re over a year old? I always found the expired-after-a-year notion to reek of the conspicuous consumption that represents one of the biggest problems inherent to the fashion industry, but then again, I’d never owned over-the-knee boots before.

I’m going to try and fix them today. Don’t worry: I do realize that I’m no cobbler. But this effort will comprise my rare (usually failed) DIY attempt of every few months, which reinforces why I don’t just go and make my own clothes. Perhaps you’ll hear more about it next week, by which time I’ll hopefully — or maybe not — also have more to say.

On an entirely separate note, go watch Bright Star. For many reasons, with the one relating to this blog being Fanny Brawne’s fashion brawn (sorry).