BadAss Boots

Dear BadAss Boots...you are calling my name. i tend to go for the safer, more demure type of footwear that quietly whispers while you would shout from the rooftops (or your harley) that you have arrived. you would look amazing all beat up with a dainty flowered dress or perched at the end of a pair of skinny jeans and a big tshirt. hellooooo badass boots, i think i love you.