OD, you better not run away just yet. I am only putting this picture in here for you (because it is a really bad picture of me--oh, vanity!) but I just received it from one of the people that came to the old hippie school reunion. This was my uniform back then, circa 1970, pre-Doc Martins--long dresses and my combat boots. These boots caused the biggest fight I ever had with my Dad when he tried to make me go to his boss's party and those were the only shoes I brought back to Africa with me on holiday break so my choice was barefoot (first choice) or the boots. He insisted I go but wouldn't let me go with the boots or barefoot. I can't remember what the resolution was, only that many tears were shed and many recriminations hurled.
The picture was taken at the school in Pennsylvania, however in a happier moment. I'm on my way to class (a rarity) and I'm pretty sure that I was defending my footwear, or maybe the white tights, who knows? Anyway, because I've always LOVED your boots and let you know, I thought you might get a kick out of this.