Fall Boots by Gidigio

I have decided my blog should be all about the pretty things in life. That doesn't mean we won't talk about the good, the bad, and the ugly, because we can't talk about lemonade without paying homage to the lemons. But today, I have something pretty to talk about.

Beyond pretty really. These fall boots are delicious. Gidigio shoes are handmade in Italy of luscious Italian leather. It is not a brand I was familiar with, and apparently, Sole Food in the U. Village in Seattle is the only store on the West Coast that sells them. (Quickly becoming one of my favorite shoe stores for their breadth and depth of inventory. Online ordering coming soon!) These boots are the perfect brown/gray/mocha/I'm-not-sure-which-so-I-can-wear-them-with-everything-color. They lace up, but they have a zipper for ease of use. And they are SO comfortable. And this is coming from a gal who refuses to buy cheap shoes, because of the comfort factor. In a land of Cydwoqs, Chie Maharas, Fiorentini + Bakers, and other comfortable, handmade shoes, these take the cake.

I think these may be the creme de la creme of fall boots. How lucky am I that my mom, who we shall call Sweet Peach, decided they were a must for my fall wardrobe. Yes, I am thirty years old. And yes, my mom still buys me "Back to School" clothes, even though I haven't been in school for a number of years. Yes, this does make me a bit spoiled. But us Evans girls like to show our love through gift giving. We think being a thoughtful gift giver is oh so important, and we don't shy away from practicing on each other. Sweet Peach is unequivocally the most generous person I know.

She would, without question, cut off her ear and give it to you if she thought it would help you hear. And I learned a long time ago, I shouldn't feel bad, because my mom is generous and likes to buy my sister and I nice gifts. I am just a lucky girl. I will do another blog entry about how unfair it seems some of us are blessed with such loving families and others with no love at all, but today, I will look at my pretty boots. I will put them on my feet and remember that Sweet Peach loves me. (And she also has exceptional style.)