Old boots.
I'm retiring my favorite pair of boots today. They have a tear between the sole and the uppers that cannot be repaired. I love these boots. Love them even more in their brokendownness. I have worn them with the tear for a while now, but it is now so large that my feet get cold or wet through the vent.
I found them on Amazon one day. There they just were. Fuzzy. Beribboned. Flat. And mismatched. And in my size. I wear a women's size 11, so that last is no small thing - literally. It was their mismatchedness that made me pull out my wallet and go for it. I also ordered a red tartan pair, but I don't like those as well. (Translation - not at all).
I was skeptical that they would be what I envisioned. I was right. They were way better. I wore them every day for the first winter I owned them. I am like a toddler in that regard who must have their favorite shirt/shoes/sock/whatev or tantrums ensue. The next winter, I could see some wear and tear and eased up to make them last a bit longer. This winter, five years later, I have worn them only a handful of times. I love them just as much as I did that first day I slipped them on.
Somehow these boots just get me and I them. Retiring them will suck. It will leave a hole in my shoe rack that needs filling. I am not sentimental about shoes. But these are not just shoes. They are magic.
I know you have lived in those boots lo these many winters. And have seen them often - but somehow I didn't realize they were mismatched! Maybe because they were perfectly matched to you! : >
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