I mentioned this morning that I was looking for boots. I want tall riding boots.

After looking extensively, I decided on these boots by Corso Como... the Sam.

See how they slant at the top? Aren't they cute? I want them in the cognac color.

So anywho, I decided to get them but did a search to see if anyone else was selling them for less than Zappos... they're $314 there. I found them at PiperLime for $295, and then I came across some boots at Macy's by Corso Como called the Sadie on sale for—wait for it —$145. Yes, they were originally $295, then they were marked down to $206, then they were marked down to $145. To make this even better, I found a coupon code for 20% off (Type "MACYSMOBILE" into the promo code box), so that made them $117.

Here they are:

They're chocolate instead of cognac but I can live with that. They're also a size 8 instead of a 7 and I can live with that. (I always have to buy boots bigger anyway to compensate for socks and because of my *ahem* muscular calves. Perhaps a darker color will be better for me anyhow, considering it won't draw as much attention to my muscular calves.) Other than that, they're pretty much the exact same boots.

So anyway, I'm excited about my new boots and I can't wait to get them. I'll keep you posted as to how they work out.

I'm looking for new boots and came across these shoes at Free People.

I like them. I like the way they paired them with tights.

I usually don't like black nail polish, but I really like it with this look:

It's raining outside.

I'm going to tell you the story behind this in a minute.

UPDATE: Okay, I'm back. You might not be able to tell, but I'm soaked in the picture above (like, completely through my coat, down to my undies.) I walked in the rain to the Jacques Torres Chocolate store in DUMBO (a neighborhood in Brooklyn that's not too far away from me) because my friend Mark had to have this thing called "Wicked Hot Chocolate" for a ski trip he's taking to Tahoe after Christmas.

"Wicked Hot Chocolate" is hot chocolate made with allspice, cinnamon, ground, sweet ancho chili peppers, and smoked, ground chipotle chili peppers. It's supposed to be delicious and Mark is longing to drink it by the fire. (He's so gay.)

Now, you might ask why I'd walk somewhere in the rain (20 minutes each way) for a friend who didn't let me take a bath in his hotel room. Well, the answer to that is because he bought me this cute handbag for Christmas. Thank you, Mark! I've almost forgiven you.

BTW, Jacques Torres' chocolate store was on Martha before. It's right here in Brooklyn and the stuff they make is nummy. Check out their website.

Hello everyone! I just got back from Bloomingdale's and got a new dress for my party. Yay! It's by Trina Turk. Here are two pictures of it:

I wanted to show you both pictures because I didn't get a necklace to wear with it like the chick in the first pic is wearing. (I didn't think a necklace would work with it, honestly, and was surprised to see the model on TT's website wearing one.) Instead, I got these fabulous earrings and a chunky gold bracelet:

To give you an idea of how the earrings look as opposed to a necklace, I took a picture of myself with my computer. It's not the best, but it should do.

What do you think? Should I go back out tomorrow in search of a necklace or do they work? I'm thinking I like the earrings.

As for shoes, while I would've loved nothing more than to drop a few hundo a new pair, I resisted the urge and decided to wear these lovely Chloe heels I got last year:

(To all the men out there with shoe fetishes... you're welcome for the boner, you little pervs. To everyone else... yes, I'm pale. It's winter.)

So, what do you think about everything?

Please note before you comment: I have ZERO credit card debt, so no lectures, please. I rarely shop these days and live in leggings, jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, etc. It's okay to treat yourself to something nice every once in a while, which is what I've done on this fine November day. Besides, I'm a woman, dammit. Indulging my sensual side with sexy heels and a killer dress every now and then is necessary. (I know I didn't need to write this disclaimer, but I don't want you all to think I'm slipping back into my old ways.)