Orange Boots

Today, I've decided to talk about something that makes me ridiculously happy for no good reason. I wear orange boots. They are my favourite thing in the UNIVERSE that I have ever worn on my body. I can't even explain how much I love them, but today I'm going to tell the story of my orange boots and how they have affected my life.

But first, I have to say that this picture is from the doc martin website and if you want to buy them, you'll have to pay in pounds. My orange boots are not docs, but these boots I'm showing are like ... the epitimy of everything I have ever dreamed about, except for one thing - my boots have laces like figure skates so they're faster to lace than these.

I bought my orange boots for $55 when I was finishing grade 10. They were majorly on sale and were originally $110 - other kids in my grade had the same boots, but none of them were brave enough to wear the orange ones - they wore the black ones. When I went to buy them I had to have orange because they were the only ones in my size because they were trying to clear out their stock and everything else had already been sold. Now, $55 was a LOT for me to spend on boots. My parents were paying for them and my parents didn't really have any money, so I had to beg for them, and promise to wear them everyday. But they were a foolish purchase. When I went to my small school wearing them I was instantly teased by the boys and not in a good way. I was discouraged, and I wanted to stop wearing them, but I'm spunky ... or rather this is when I really proved that I was spunky. I didn't take teasing well, and I'm the type to turn spiteful quickly. I went home and looked at them - they were HUGE and looked MASSIVE on my feet and to top it all off - they were orange, so they were eye-catching.

Now, my sister had the same experience when she was a teenager and she ended up wearing yellow doc martins, so was encouraged. My sister didn't live at home anymore, so I felt like it was up to me to make a stand for rebellious youth (if you're from a city then you have no clue how hard it is to step outside the lines when you live in a small town and everyone you see knows everything about you, your siblings, your parents, grandparents - you get the picture). I buckled under and wore my orange boots every single day with a twinkle in my eye and a flirtacious smile on my lips until I convinced everyone that I liked them and that I wasn't afraid to fight back.

Even still, the symbol of individualism that comes from my orange boots inspires me beyond explanation. Even just walking down the street while wearing them empowers me. To me, odd coloured boots are the flag of rebelliousness, and the colour you pick is your battle flag. And whenever I want to kick some ass - you'd better believe that I still wear them. They're really sturdy.

Just as a side note here, I also love gem stones and my ultimate gem is an orange sapphire. Naturally, with a name like Sapphirefly I should show that I love sapphires. It's not my birthstone or anything - I just love colours and hate diamonds. A sapphire is the closest to a diamond on the hardness scale - a diamond is a 10, well, a sapphire is a 9. So, they're durable.

So, what is it that draws me to orange? Long ago I wrote a post about how much I hate the colour red, so why do I like orange? Orange is an uglier colour. Yeah, I think orange is an uglier colour. It's because it's ugly that I like it. It's because it's loud and obnoxious and it makes no excuses for itself. It just is what it is. And, in case I haven't mentioned it before - I look intoxicatingly hot in it. I don't normally wear colours, but if I do - orange is it.