This morning I pulled on my precious pink Lucchesse boots for the first time this season, and as I felt the familiar shape and texture and perfect, absolutely broken-in fit, I started thinking about all the places these boots have been. (They’re made for walking, you see.)
As y’all know, I’ve had, and treasured, my pink boots for a long time.
They’ve been worn by people other than me:
(The return of Black Circle-Headedness!)
The boots have been from Baldwin City, Kansas to Chicago and everywhere in between. The boots have walked the entire Magnificent Mile (and back!), and have spent days traipsing around the Maple Leaf festival in the middle-of-nowhere. I haven’t taken any big trips lately, but I’m sure that when I do, the boots will go too.
And the boots are unhappy.
But the boots just need to be patient, they’ll leave as soon as they can.
Hang in there, boots.
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