Rain boots, another addiction

Not that long ago, I did not have rain boots in my wardrobe. At all. Exactly how that happened is still a mystery to me. Every spring and every fall, when rains would open their season and I would be soaking in my sneakers while walking Babay around the block, I would promise to myself to finally get (at least) one pair of rain boots. I mean, those are basic necessity, right?
Then I would come back home, open the closet, dodge yet another shoe box falling from an overly cluttered shelf and my determination to further increase my overly abundant shoe collection would start to wane.
But this spring Gilt had a sale for Dav boots, I couldn't resist (both the design and the price) and when they finally arrived one look at them turned me into a devoted rain boots-holic. OK, that probably didn't come out right. Let's just call it rain footwear adept.
Exhibit #1, rain boots with golden fish (and something that looks like algae).

Still not over missing my second cup of coffee this morning.

(Rain boots by Dav, dress by Vctoria Secret, leather jacket by Pasha & Jo)