My Beautiful New Bright Pink Boots

After the slew of balmy days in December/January, Old Man Winter likes to playfully remind you of his presence by shoving his steel-toed boot up your arse, cackling “Honey, I’m home!” Whenever this happens, I am usually stopped dead in my tracks, forced to wander around for the next few months like a deer in the headlights, wearing an insufficient pair of slippery-soled Doc Martens (they’re secondhand, okay?) I haven’t owned a pair of half decent winter boots since my pride and joy broke on me in 2009 and since then each winter I’ve been making do with ill-fitting substitutes purchased from a thrift store for no more than $10.

But this time, I’m going to laugh right back in Old Man Winter’s face when he comes a-creeping. That’s because I bought a pair of real (capital-w) Winter boots. They are bright pink Sorel monstrosities, and I knew I had to own them when the only pair in the store was my size. They were $90 at discount depot Winners, usually Sorels will set you back around $130 so I consider them a minor deal.

Now, not only will my feet be able to withstand slush and subzero temperatures but the colour will beat away those winter blues. I like being the girl wearing tacky bright pink boots when everyone else is swathed in black, just waiting for the cold weather to subside. I know some people will shake their heads at me in disapproval, but if I can make just a few people smile then it’ll be ok.