I still remember them.
They were the perfect shade of gray, exactly what I’d been dreaming about for months. The slouch at the ankle was perfect; the heel height was sexy but comfortable. I started at them through the window for several minutes before finally walking into the store so that I could run my fingers over the soft suede.
I needed gray boots. I’d been longing for gray boots since the end of summer, and here they were exactly as how I’d imagined them to be. I checked the price tag. They were on sale. Of course they were.
“Hey, we need to be a little careful with our extra spending for the next few weeks.”
My own words came back to me as I remembered the warning I’d given to Jared the night before. With a heavy sigh and absolutely no sense of satisfaction about making a grown up decision, I walked out of the store and hurried through the mall to the parking lot. The sooner I could get to my car, the less likely I’d be to break my resolve.
For the rest of the fall and winter, I thought about those perfect gray suede boots nearly every morning. Nothing I owned matched my jeans as well as those boots did. My corduroy skirt and dark gray tights – ooh! and magenta tights! – all of it would have been perfect with those boots and looked positively drab with anything I owned. I realized that it was only through the blessing of ignorance that I had been able to survive this long in life without those boots.
Today, those perfect gray suede ankle boots have been replaced by the brand new Chevy Camaro.
Granted, I’ve never actually seen a brand new Chevy Camaro in real life. I’ve certainly never sat inside one, or touched one or – obviously – driven one.
And yet, I can’t stop thinking about how much better everything would be if I had one.
You see, boys and girls, I recently found out that, beginning July 7th (or 8th, maybe), I will get to drive a brand new Chevy Camaro for a full four weeks.
ANYway, my point is that ever since I found out that I’m going to be driving around in a brand new Camaro, I have not been able to be satisfied with life as I have previously known it – aka, life without a Camaro. I find myself saying things like “this would never have happened if we were driving the Camaro!”
iPhone needs to be charged? ”I could be doing this in the car if I had a Camaro!”
Every time Jared and I make plans to do something he asks, “and will we be driving the Camaro?” Because apparently not driving the Camaro is about as effective as walking from point A to point B.
We are, to put it mildly, a little obsessed. And we haven’t even picked up the damn thing.
In other words, I’m probably going to be unbearable to be around for most of July. Unless, of course, you want a ride in my Camaro.
FYI, no, I am not being compensated for writing this post. I’m like two weeks out from any official arrangement with Chevy. I’m writing this because seriously – we are that obsessed. Already.