Sometimes you just need some fancy boots

I came home yesterday to a pair of tall black leather boots.

I've wanted tall boots since I moved here - there is a way of dressing in Turkey - fancy all the time. My practical and stylish Dansko's just don't seem to fit here. Neither do my black pants. I needed heels and boots.

I wouldn't have bought them for myself for several reasons - and surely I would have taken the entire season to decide on a pair I liked, so Tolga just bought me a pair. I put them on and instantly wanted to go horseback riding. (I couldn't help it).

But of course this isn't about the boots, is it. It's my husband who is always wanting my happiness, great and small because it is our happiness. Sometimes I'm afraid that it is impossible task . . . making me happy . . . but then again, I felt pretty fine in my high boots, with its soft black leather.