Dear London Town

The weather this morning caused a bit of a dilemma. I had an interview in the afternoon. It was only 15min walk, but if the snow was still coming down, what could I wear? I had my suit, but the pant legs would be too long to wear without heels and would get wet and gross. I didnt want to tuck them in boots because they’d wrinkle. I didnt want to wear heels because that was neither comfortable or practical. Fortunately, my mom had brought me the wrong black skirt from my closet (it was close, I asked for a black, knee-length Gap skirt and this fits the description, just not the one I meant) on her last trip over, but it matched close enough to my jacket that I could wear boots.

Then, the boot dilemma. My black boots are the ones that always cause to me slip or fall. I thought it might be icy out. If not, it’d certainly still be wet and slushy and they aren’t waterproof. So E offered to let me wear her rubber boots. Typically I cannot wear any of her shoes. Her feet are smaller than mine. Yet, these were a 40. I can usually wear 40s, and these fit! Hoorah.

But rain boots to an interview??

I decided to suck it up. I could take other shoes and change or I could just get over it and wear the boots proudly. I decided to go with the boots. I talked myself into believing they would show how sensible and practical that I am. They also demonstrated my ability to get to the office regardless of the weather. I also figured that if nothing else, they’d be a great conversation topic.

It never came up, sadly. E’s boots are a pretty chic pair and not really the standard garden variety, literally.

What do you think? Good look, no?