It’s always important to blog about
something of content. Something of substance. Something people can relate to.
Right? Pfft.. Well, that’s why I’m going to tell you all about how upset I am with my
favorite pair of boots dying on me.
I put you in my closet. On the bottom,
buried under my other black boots. Collecting dust, and slowly being forgotten.
I’m sorry for so much lost time. I’m sorry I neglected your needs and want to
be worn and used like any other boot.
One day, I put my feet in you while
in a rush to leave the house. You were there for me, and you felt so right with
me in you. You brought my otherwise sloppy outfit together, making it look like
I tried, when everyone knows I didn’t. Oh, how I hate not trying when leaving
the house.
You went with me on shopping trips,
and trips to the grocery store. You were there waiting when I couldn’t be
bothered with a zipper or shoelaces.
The first signs of decay came when
my foot got wet while walking on the sidewalk. I knew our days were numbered.
Slowly, I felt more of a draft and a cold distancing between us. Today, your
sole shattered. There is no fixing what we had, no amount of googling for your
long lost twin will bring me satisfaction of wearing you again.
It’s going to take me at least 2
weeks to throw you away. Maybe, just maybe I’ll try to glue you back together
and hold on for just a bit longer.
xo
Such a tragic, unnecessary death for something so loyal.
ReplyDeletethey were always there for me, every step i took.. *sigh*.. (haha)
DeleteOh no! My beloved boots are about dead as well, which is so damn depressing. Have you thought about trying to get the resoled?
ReplyDeleteit really is depressing :'( i've thought about it, but it would probably cost me more to get them resoled than the boots originally cost me :(
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