An open-ended love letter to the Rag & Bone Harrow booties, from their greatest fan:
Hi Harrow, It’s just me again. I’m sorry to keep coming in and out of your life like this, I know it has to be getting weird for you. “Why can’t you just commit?” is what you keep saying to me over and over again, season after season. And to put it in internet terms, it’s complicated. Should we review our history together? Probably.
When we first met in the Fall of 2012 you were young and beautiful and I wanted nothing more than to add you to my closet, but I never had $495 to splurge on basic booties. I know, I can’t believe I just called you basic either, I don’t mean it, I take it back. And then, the blogosphere erupted with chic bitches all over the world wearing you on their feet! I would open my computer and see you in Paris and in Australia (all the cool girls wear you there) and in California (ugh) and then one day after seeing back to back pictures of you on celebrities, I realized that you belong to the world (que The Weeknd). I began to lose interest with every mirror selfie that I saw of you pop up on instagram. How could I still want you if everyone else already had you? I think you know the exact feeling that I’m talking about.
So I filled my closet with actually basic booties. Cheap ones, ones that I would never care about and would throw away at the end of the season. I was filling an emotional void left by overexposure to your beauty and I was left feeling vapid and alone, and wondering why I never felt satisfied with my shoe selection. As the months went by and the snow and frigid temps were gone and freezing days turned to warm sunny days with outdoor seating at restaurants, you started reappearing all over New York. Pretty fashion girl on the corner with you, way too cool hip girl in Brooklyn with you, magazine editor with you- everyone had you and I knew then that my passion for you was never going to die.
Lucky for me, and for you as I’m sure you needed a break, it got very hot out and booties everywhere were placed in the back of the closet and swapped out for all black birkenstocks. I forgot about you for a few months, which is good for my heart. I shouldn’t have to see you everywhere, everyday and be reminded that you don’t also belong to me.
And then, like a freight train, you were BACK. Everywhere I look, there you are again. You transitioned from Spring to Fall in an instant and I couldn’t get away from you. You know that I haven’t bought a single pair of booties this year because they aren’t you, right? I can’t even look at anyone else. And now, here we are on the cusp of Winter and I need you even more in my life. I need you to wear with jeans and with tights and dresses and everything else that I own. I want you in navy, I need you in black, I definitely want you in clay and probably also brown, while we’re at it.
But how can we make it work when you are still $495? How can I justify your cost? I know you’re worth it, I do, but what’s a girl to do when those funds just aren’t available? Should I do a kickstarter to raise the money? Should I forgo a portion of my rent money for you next month? Should I neglect to buy anyone else Christmas gifts this year and instead buy you for me? What should I do to obtain you?! How can I ensure that I won’t have to walk past another brunch line and count the girls wearing you and die a little bit inside out of jealousy? What can I do, Harrow? WHAT CAN I DO?!
Alas, you now understand why I come in and out of your life. Why I want you so badly but may never own you. I think you get it now.
See you in my dreams (and all over the streets of New York, instagram, facebook and pinterest.)