I miss my mother's hooker boots.

The snow in NYC ain't bad at all. I remember back in grade school, during blizzard of 95 / 96, shit went all the up to my knees. I used to wear my mother's knee high 80s hooker boots just so I could roam around and play in the snow. Speaking of 80s clothes, I found something amazing in my mother's time capsule. It's a rope chain print - very Crooks and Castles, Fruition meets 10 Deep and very 1980s Macy's.