Finally, Your Calves Won't Be Bulging Out of These High Boots
I recently bought an awesome pair of Paul Smith Kings boots and I adore them. Just one problem - I have a knee injury and my left leg has been compensating for the right for over a year, and thanks to that my left calf looks twice the size of the right. And the boots have a heavy-duty zipper all the way up the back. I can get the right boot on just fine, it fits with a bit of room to spare. However, when I try to get the zipper up past the thickest part of my left calf it becomes all stuck and throbbing and resembles Ben Stiller's junk-caught-in-zipper scene from There's Something About Mary. Not sexy.
While I would not trade these boots for another (I assume post-surgery my 'enhanced' leg will deflate somewhat), I would certainly welcome some long-overdue innovation in the form of adjustability with tall boots. I've never considered myself heavy in the calf department, yet about half the tall boots I've tried in the last 10 years have been mighty tough to wear comfortably. How all those women were able to tuck their jeans in them in 2004 is beyond me.
Now, about that long-awaited innovation - it's here, courtesy of Tom's. (I'm sure it's been done before, the underlying aesthetic reminds me of early Vivienne Westwood but I haven't seen anything so practical until now). They've come up with a cure for throbbing calf in the form of their Wrap Boot - a slipper-like shoe with an attached elastic wrap that extends from the ankle and closes with Velcro, when YOU decide it fits properly! Genius. If I was more of a DIYer I'd have tried my own version already with a pair of my shoes (in moments of exasperation I've been tempted but it never got past the 'light bulb' stage).
Worth a try for $118? For sure. (If you've got the cash for your rent/mortage/car payment covered first!)

























When I came to the UK in winter 2005 and ventured into the city centre of Newcastle in search of Christmas presents to take home for my friends, I found myself frightened and confused. Sure, there were myriad pubs, restaurants, and high street chain shops but where were the boutiques?? Those enticing little shops with enchanted window displays and fresh labels displayed artfully inside, waiting to be discovered? The architecture here was lovely and inspired but was is it possible my new home was (gulp, knot forming in stomach) a fashion wasteland? 







