Love it..let it go...

It's not what you think...

This is not about a man...

It is about something I hold near and dear to my heart...

My black slouch boots. I loved them into oblivion.  

I plum walked a hole in them.   No... Seriously.

Yes, they were an inexpensive pair of boots. I am not Imelda Marcos...

Those boots were so comfortable, and I wanted to keep them forever, but alas it could not be.

I remember the day I got them. My mama bought them for me. I could just slide them on and they would make any outfit complete. Oh how I loved those boots.

Then one day, I felt a piece of the rubber sole give way. Sure, I walked everywhere in those boots. The tread probably pounded several hundred blocks.  But I loved them. 

I did not want to see them go.  Maybe I can still get the sole replaced.

I laughed at a colleague who had a similar affinity for his black shoes. He walked everywhere in them. He wanted to get the soles replaced but the shoe repair in the building adjacent to ours, said it would cost $100.00 to repair. He could just replace them for that cost. 

One day he hit a Gladys Knight and the Pips spin in those shoes and found himself laid out down to the ground! Yes, I laughed...not just any laugh, but a hearty belly shaking, tear-dropping laugh! 

But he still loved those shoes. That's how I feel about my boots. I just recently purchased a new pair to replace them, but they are not the same...not even the same company. 

I feel as though I am cheating on those boots with the new pair, but what am I to do? The last time I tried to wear them, my foot got wet. LOL

I guess it is time to bid ado to those boots by Canyon River Blues...