Tuesday, January 3, 2012
dear brown leather boots.
the time has come. i've been in denial for months, but it seems i can avoid it no longer. when i pulled you out of the closet the other day and saw your sole split from your body, leaving a gaping hole, i knew it was time to let you go.
i want to thank you for all the beautiful memories we've shared. we've been to california, washington dc, maryland, virginia, nevada and england together, to name just a few places. do you remember all those trips when people would tell me to pack "comfortable sneakers" (??!!) and i would nod and smile and go home and pack only you, my most comfortable and trusted little soul sisters.
i'm sorry you have to die. i'm sorry i wore you longer than i should have. i'm sorry for all the times i stepped in toby's poops out the front door, that must have been awful for you. i love you, you sexy little friends.
ps. your replacements are more expensive than you were and they also aren't as comfortable, so there.
*pardon my worst typos ever in this post. Mom brain. Swear.