Now for a TRUE PSYCHOTIC SHOPAHOLIC STORY: I was in H&M in New York a few days ago, and if you know the H&M over there, well, it's insanely crowded 24/7. I was kinda bummed because I didn't like any of the shoes. So I just moped around like a dork and suddenly I get trampled by a random girl walking backwards (um...why was she walking backwards?) I don't know, but the girl knocks me over and I fall into, yes INTO a set sweaters on hangers pretty much taking an entire display down with me. So, long story short, these boots were hiding in the sweaters and I grabbed them. Yes they were my size, yes they were the last pair, and yes I got a giant bruise on my leg from falling. Trip to H&M= SUCCESS!