This is why my life is sad.  SAD SLASH AWESOME.

Honestly, the very best thing that happened to me on New Year’s Eve was when I bought these boots.  Yes.  Buying something made me happier than anything else.  I am a horrible, unethical, consumerist monster.

Back when I didn’t live in a Victorian Mansion, I lived next to White Squirrel in Trinity Bellwoods – I happened to move out like, days before Gaspard opened on that strip.

I didn’t have the chance to check it out, due to the incredibly high-profile socialite’s life I lead, but on New Year’s Eve-Day, I managed to swing by for a look.  Lots of cute stuff that makes me wish I was French.  French or Russian.  I always assume that French and Russian girls are perpetually stylish and minimalist and romantic and art deco and beautiful. 

Anyways, Gaspard’s jewelery is boner-tastic.  They have this AMAZING red fox-fur hat.  And…

these amazing…

cheetah print…

boots…

… that were 50% off.  In my size.  After suppressing excitement-induced vomit, I tried them on, and sent a ghetto selfie to P-Hops to confirm that they are, in fact, totally cute and amazing, and that I should buy them, regardless of price.

Now, 50% OFF at Gaspard, is like, 200% ON at any other store.  But still.  They are French.  And cheetah-print, and all wicked-cool and shit.  JEEESUS.