God, I love these boots. I got them in December 2004 from my parents as a graduation gift for earning my Masters in Public Administration from USC. These boots are banana colored Campus Frye Boots. They've seen me through boyfriends (until I met Brad); weight fluctations when only they would fit me; survived beer, yogurt, and Diet Coke stains and my Lurch drag'em foot shuffle and the brat stomp. They're my standard go to shoe, because they're a little rugged, and, being I'm a little rough around the edges, they fit, not only my shoe size, but my personality too. Plus, they match just about every outfit I own seeing as how I wear a tee shirt and jeans every day with that coin necklace. They've been re-soled, and, considering the shit I've been through since I've had them, I got re-soled right along with them. With fall coming, I've already broken these puppies out waiting for a cooler day. I could kiss 'em! That says a lot considering the grossness I've stepped in while wearing these old boots. Yea, that includes dog poo.
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