Boho Style With Vintage Lace Up Boots
I quietly stalked this boho dress at Anthropologie for months.
I never thought I’d stumble upon it by chance when my SIL came to town for a visit and we chose to kill an hour by visiting Anthropologie before the comedy show we’d booked. We only had twenty minutes in the store as they were closing and yet I managed to find this dress in their sale room. I took it as a sign that it was meant to be.
Anthro is the last retail store I haven’t quite managed to quit entirely. It keeps sucking me back in a couple times a year with pieces like this.
The vintage boots. Ah the boots!
I’ve been looking for a pair of authentic 1960s-70s lace up boots in brown forever! I squealed a bit when I came across these online in an Etsy store.
I’d like to tell you that the sale went smoothly and I was impressed with the seller but that was far from the case.
It took over two weeks for her to mail them, over a month for me to receive them and then she sent me the wrong boots! To top that off she blamed me for the mistake because, “I was in such a hurry to get my order”.
She asked if I didn’t mind keeping the other boots she’d sent me instead. Duh! They didn’t even fit me and weren’t remotely what I wanted!
She didn’t seem to care. She just said that the mistake boots were more expensive so I’d be getting a better deal.
Needless to say I told her I wanted the boots I’d ordered.
Two more weeks went by and I still had no boots. I contacted her again and she said she’d forgotten all about it! Honestly, it was ridiculous! I don’t know how some online sellers get away with such crap service.
In the end though all that BS was forgiven because they are my dream boots.
I’ve ordered vintage online three times and three times the orders were messed up.
One of the other times I won an auction on Ebay for a vintage dress. Ten days went by and I still had no dress or even a confirmation of shipping. I wrote the seller asking where my dress was. She replied that she couldn’t find it and would refund my order. I think she should have contacted me immediately!
Another time I bought some vintage pieces from an online shop and she also sent me an incorrect item. It didn’t look anything like what I’d ordered. It was a big hassle and took a long time to fix the mistake and get the correct item.
As an online seller myself it pains me to see that other people don’t take their businesses seriously.
Don’t they want good reviews and repeat business? I’m obsessed with being professional in my business.
I wore this boho outfit to get my teeth cleaned thinking it would bring some happy vibes.
You may know that I really hate getting my teeth cleaned. It always makes me sick probably in part because of my fibromyalgia.
Anyhoo…it was far worse this time round.
A new woman was my hygienist. She started out with the gum exam and it literally felt like she was sticking long thick needles down my gum line with the sole purpose of inflicting as much pain as possible. I guess that is how they conduct the exam but normally they don’t try to jab it all the way down till it comes out the other side! Gum exams on average are pain free and quick for me. This one was like I was in the movie Hostel. It was awful!
The hygienist might be moonlighting as a professional torturer because I was ready to confess to killing JFK, Elvis and a list of other people I don’t even know after less than two minutes with her.
It is the first time in my life I was going to walk out in the middle of a dental appointment.
I indicated twice to her that it was too painful for me and yet she continued. I’m not paying $400 for someone to hurt me. When I threatened to leave she agreed to skip the rest of the exam and was “generous enough” to tell me I wouldn’t be charged for that portion of the appointment! Good grief!
At that point she decided it would be a good idea to give me some freezing to numb my gums by jabbing me repeatedly with a bigger thicker needle all along the gum line. This was so I wouldn’t feel the pain.
That wasn’t even the worst of it! Oh no! It just keeps getting better folks!
The freezing went everywhere, on my lips, tongue and down the back of my throat where I am normally able to swallow. I could no longer feel the back of my throat or any parts of my mouth and could no longer swallow. Everything felt swollen. In fact it felt like my whole airway was closing up. I felt like I was choking. I had to keep sitting up because I was gagging. It was horrendous!
For the rest of the cleaning I had to be sit upright for fear of choking. She told me they often work with patients sitting in the upright position for people that are “physically challenged”!!!
It wasn’t bad enough that she was hurting my body, she had to hurt my pride too.
I think I may have sworn out loud at that point. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
I’m so glad it is over. I think I might develop PTSD from the experience. I actually felt like crying after I left. One thing is for sure…I am never getting her to clean my teeth again!
Here I am telling the pug all about it. She is the best listener I know.
Have you ever had a dental appointment that turned into a nightmare? Did you leave?
I kind of forgot this post was supposed to be about wearing boho stye with vintage lace up boots. So for those of you that are keeping track, I’m wearing boho style with vintage lace up boots.
Linking up with Fancy Friday.