Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The Grateful Project: Day Nine
Those that know me in real life are smiling and shaking their heads right now because I'm dedicating an entire day to these boots. But consider this... One, the boots are awesome. And two, there are so many people in the world without shoes of any kind. Which makes being grateful for my favorite shoes a perfectly acceptable thing to blog about.
Two years ago to the month my dad bought these shoes for me in a little store in downtown Santa Cruz. Two years. Two years! These boots are still going strong. Sure, they're a little scuffed up, and the lining is unattached inside one of the boots (did I mention they have faux fur lining? They do. Oh, and they're water proof.) but after 2 years of constant wear (and we're taking six days a week here) these boots are still my favorite pair of shoes and are holding up remarkably well.
I wish I could find the clip for you, but have you see Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium? There's a part in the movie where Mr. Magorium (played brilliantly by Dustin Hoffman) is explaining that he is coming to the end of his life and he says "Do you see these shoes? I found them in a little shop in Tuscany. I fell so completely in love with these shoes, I bought enough pairs to last my whole lifetime. This is my last pair."
That's how I feel about these shoes.They are Santana Mika boots in black suede and today they are on sale on amazon... I think I'll buy a new pair for when these finally bite the dust.
P.S. A note on buying leather shoes: I have a guilt problem with buying leather because a cow had to die for my feet to be warm. But then I look at it this way... Think about all the other shoes I haven't had to buy because these shoes are so amazing and durable. Because I haven't bought new boots of any kind in two years, going on three, I've saved the world shoes in a landfill, needless commercialism, and the energy it would have taken to pollute the environment with one more synthetic pair of shoes. Even though I sound justified, I still feel guilty and say a little thank you to the cow that died for my feet.