Alright so last Tuesday I’m freezing my tail off waiting for the bus in sideways rain, thinking my soggy sneakers need to retire. That’s when it hit me – time for legit wellies. You know, those shiny Hunter boots every celeb splashes around in during festivals? Yeah those.
The Dumb Search Begins
First thing I did? Waddled downtown to every shoe shop within screaming distance. Department stores, fancy boutiques, even that sketchy discount place by the laundromat. Zilch. Just cheap plastic boots squeaking like tortured ducks. One clerk actually sneered “Hunters? Honey try London.” Rude.
Stalking Celebs Like a Pro
Went home pissed and Googled “celebrities rainy day pics”. Fell deep into paparazzi rabbit holes. Noticed two things:
- Emma Stone’s pair looked shorter than standard issue
- Harry Styles had weird shiny silver ones no store sells
Lightbulb moment! They’re definitely getting custom jobs. Started scrolling red carpet aftermath photos. Boom – caught a backstage shot of some assistant peeling price tags off Hunters at a film premiere. Tags weren’t normal retail stickers either. Looked handwritten.
My Glitter Disaster
Found some tutorials saying celebs just bedazzle regular Hunters. Grabbed my niece’s craft glue and a $3 glitter tube. Big mistake. Glue ate through the rubber near the ankle. Left oozy snail trails. Glitter stuck to my cat’s paws for days. Still vacuuming rainbow specks off my sofa. Lesson learned: Mod Podge ain’t Mod Podge-ing on Hunter material.
The Actual Celebrity Trick
Turns out they order through special showrooms – not regular stores. Had to text three fashion friends who work events until one spilled. Celebrity stylists don’t buy boots, they request samples straight from Hunter. My friend muttered about “pull requests” and “PR gifts” when I pushed. Basically free VIP access if you’re famous enough to model them.
My Boot Victory
Ended up trawling resale sites at 2am. Found someone unloading barely worn Hunters their influencer ex left behind. Score! Smelled faintly of wet dog but hey. Woke up early to disinfect them proper – baking soda soak, vinegar scrub, three days airing out on the fire escape. Now parading around puddles grinning like a loon while neighbors judge. Feet stayed bone-dry through yesterday’s thunderstorm too. Worth every awkward glitter-filled moment.
