Hello Boots

Not long ago, in the rain….

I stared down at my new $300 investment boots, now saturated, cold and stretchy.

“Just don’t get them really wet.” The creepy Italian store assistant had said to me after I had paid.

“It’s New York. They are going to get wet and pummelled within an inch of their life. THAT’S WHY I’M BUYING GOOD QUALITY BOOTS, so they can last me more than a couple of months!”

He said nothing, but gave me a thin smile - slimier than his slick black, curly hair that he had pulled into a long greasy pony tail.

I’d searched for months for these boots. Wavering off my original course (black over the knees), bargaining shamelessly to haggle them down to a price I could handle, and finally they were mine. The perfect boot! Well almost. I would have liked a zip at the side and a shorter toe. But whatever. These deep brown cowboy boots make me feel confident. Probably because they look 2 sizes too big in the toe,  like I have big manly man feet, which is balanced by the feminine edge of a slight heel and a pointed toe.  Yum.

They slide up (just) over my chunky calves or my ‘muscular calves’ as my mum kindly calls them. (I get them from my Dad, whom also suffers from prematurely lifting of the heel. People who walk bouncy tend to have big calves. Check it.)

It’s the most I’ve ever spent on a shoe, but I’m betting it will be totally worth it. And just to be sure, I plan on wearing them every day for the rest of my life. Rain, hail or shine.