Putting the Boot In

For a big girl, I am usually light on my feet.
It’s not that I creep around, just that sometimes people don’t hear me coming.

The whole world can hear me coming these days, and I’m annoyed about it.
Whenever Hubby or I buy anything, we have a budget and expectations of whatever item we purchase to last. We are therefore both wearing winter coats that we purchased when C&A was a going concern and the rest of our wardrobe is …….. well let us say that fashion tends to go round in 20 year cycles and we’re on our third.

kinky bootsWe have however always been careful and sensible when it comes to footwear.

Growing up, us kids always had our feet measured every time we needed shoes. It was paramount to take care of our soft developing bones, have at least three months growing room, and on shoes, the word ‘cheap’ was not in the vocabulary.

I remember my first pair of boots (wellies don’t count) .
It was the winter of 1965/6 and they were one of my Christmas presents. In those days we had lots of parcels under the tree, but most were practical like clothes or slippers with an abundance of Avon Pretty Peach toiletries and Selection Boxes from absent Aunts. Colouring books, crayons and silly little things were always in our stockings.
Such happy memories.
I wore my boots to school every day that winter and never took them off. They were soft black leather ankle boots, ‘fur’ lined and were so comfy!
In later years, I have had the knee high boots, snazzy sexy little boots and more recently, steel toe capped work boots.
work bootsHubby suggested I have these, especially as we walk in the woods and there are nasties in the grass that might have a go at an otherwise exposed ankle. Work boots are also comfortable to wear for long periods of time, and as a diabetic, I have to look after my feet.
As with most footwear, once I have ‘broken them in’, I tend to wear them until they literally fall off my feet.
And here lies the problem.
There is still a LOT of wear in these boots, even though I have worn them every day for over a year. I wear thick socks and have woolly insoles for extra comfort, and I can walk miles in them with no fear of blisters.
The problem is THEY CREAK!
Years ago it was a saying that if your shoes squeaked they weren’t paid for. Well I can assure you that these were paid for in full on the day of purchase!
A couple of weeks ago, it was barely noticeable and just my left foot was affected periodically.  Last week it was every left pace, and now it is every single  step as the right has decided to accompany its mate in the creaky stakes because the inner arch supports have collapsed.

hob nail bootsBet our grandfathers never had this kind of problem. Mind you, Hubby’s stories of methods for softening the leather on theirs aren’t exactly sanitary or feminine!

So this is why I am annoyed. There is plenty of mileage left in my boots, but today I am being forced to go shopping for a new pair.
I say I am being forced because Hubby has threatened to go out on his own and buy me some. I told him he would need my feet for size, and he just shrugged saying I would have to go with him then.

There’s a lot to be said for one size fits all:

boottees    bunny boots



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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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6 Responses to Putting the Boot In

  1. Crooked Tracks says:

    I had a pair of bunny slippers when I was ten years old 🙂

  2. polarflares says:

    I have a couple of pairs of shoes which always creak. I remember getting my first pair of adult boots, ( I was about 14) they were leather instead of plastic. Now I have a fake leather pair that are bright red and make me look like superwoman! How grown up can I get? Not much!

    • Photo, photo, photo!
      I remember my first pair of grown up shoes….. bright red patent leather! And yes, I wore them until they fell off my feet!
      The new boots are great by the way, up to over 10 miles already.

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