My Beautiful New Bright Pink Boots

After the slew of balmy days in December/January, Old Man Winter likesto playfully remind you of his presence by shoving his steel-toed boot up yourarse, cackling “Honey, I’m home!” Whenever this happens, I am usually stoppeddead in my tracks, forced to wander around for the next few months like a deerin 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 bootssince my pride and joy broke on me in 2009 and since then each winter I’ve been making do with ill-fitting substitutespurchased from a thrift store for no more than $10.But this time, I’m going to laugh right back in Old ManWinter’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 knewI had to own them when the only pair in the store was my size. They were $90at discount depot Winners, usually Sorels will set you back around $130 so Iconsider them a minor deal.Now, not only will my feet be able to withstand slush andsubzero temperatures but the colour will beat away those winter blues. I likebeing the girl wearing tacky bright pink boots when everyone else is swathed inblack, just waiting for the cold weather to subside. I know some people willshake their heads at me in disapproval, but if I can make just a few peoplesmile then it’ll be ok.