Ski Boots and the Snow
I remember my first snow fight. I played and played in my nice, initially warm, pair of Uggs. Unfortunately, it was not ten minutes before my feet were soaked, and all I could think about were what color my toes might be. I looked around at the kids who had grown up in Alaska, Colorado, and Michigan. Their feet were covered in thick, black, and what I considered mildly hideous, boots. But they were warm.I was a California girl, who moved to Vegas and learned at a very early age that fashion was everything. But when I was the first one inside warming my feet in a bath tub, I set out for my first pair of that tragedy of a shoe. The ski boot. I can now promise there is nothing more rewarding then sitting outside the morning after a snow, breathing in the air, without a need or care in the world to be thinking about the temperature of your feet.