Skull Boots

Anyone who has a child knows that shopping for new clothes and shoes is a monthly practice. I absolutely hate shopping in stores, but I also can’t have my child looking like she’s getting ready for a flood. Scary daughter will be 9 years old soon and I swear if I stare long enough I can actually watch her grow. She’s a bloody weed! If she doesn’t grow out of them then she destroys them on the playground. She’s very athletic, so she’s always playing some sport and ripping her jeans during recess. Anyway, I could complain about that all day, but there is a reason I brought it up. I went to Target today to replenish her jean supply and sneakers. Keep in mind, shopping is pure torture for me. I want to be at home in my PJs and zombie slippers in front of my computer when I shop, not dealing with mothers who don’t control their brats. There was actually some demented child there that kept blowing his whistle. Of course his mom was oblivious to it and seemed to purposefully go wherever I went. I thought I was going to lose my mind. I finally got to the shoe department and got Scary Daughter some sneakers and started to leave. All of a sudden I saw them. They were surrounded in a halo just like in the movies. A pair of boots. But not just any pair of boots. These were black rubber boots covered in skulls! I got so excited and ran over to them only to discover that they were kids boots. No adult sizes. I was crushed. After standing and staring at them for a good 10 minutes┬álistening to the whistling freak, I decided that Scary Daughter needed them and I would just have to live vicariously through her. Why, oh why were kid’s clothes so boring when I was a kid?

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