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January 20, 2013
The boots from Thailand are not only cuter but more substantial than they'd appeared on Etsy, all-around wow-worthy, except for a heady odor that brings to mind and nose a combination of glue and nail polish remover. I hold them to my face and take a whiff, as if they're a mimeographed quiz from 1972. Alas, they're a smidge too small, and although the seller is accommodating, I fret vis--vis returning them. They lounge here for several weeks, and I decide to keep them. Returning them now would hurt their feelings. Never mind if they may hurt my feet. Woof.