An ode to my boots. This is me, a couple of months ago when I went home for a visit, and an evening out at Savage Garden, an old watering hole o’ mine on Queen Street West, Toronto.



These are my boots. My second favourite pair of boots. Now dead.



I got these boots at the Goodwill store on Coxwell Ave. when I shared a house with Cousin Dee. When we used to go out dancing every Friday and Saturday night. When I was rich and single.

These boots were comfy, and sexy. They went with everything. Fishnet stockings. Jeans. Casual. Goth. They were my “witch” boots. Now they’re dead.



When I first bought them, for all of $2.50, they were old already. I wore them a couple of times, then the sole started to separate from the upper. So I took them to the cobbler and said “fix them” he replied, “why not just buy a new pair, there’s not much sense fixing these lady”. I said “hey, I paid $2.50 for them, you can fix them for $20. A new pair will cost me well over $100. Fix them!” He fixed them.

That was probably 6 years ago. Now they’re not fixable anymore.



I wore them to Imbolc ritual last week, and noticed that the seam at the back was split, I thought “oh well, they’ve been good to me…a few more times…” then I wore them to work the other day, and noticed the leather is cracking up around the toes, and I thought “well, maybe it’s time…” and then after work I went to the recycle centre to toss in some boxes, and well…I stomped on one to flatten it…and both heels completely split away from the upper. They told me “it’s time”

So here’s to my boots. My comfy, sexy witchy boots. I will miss them. It may seem odd to some that I would lament a pair of boots I paid $22.50 for. Plus a set of laces. But it is the fun that I had in those boots, in such a few short years that I lament. A part of my life, for better or worse, that I miss. The few years of my life that I had that were Mine. Not my parents. Not some egomaniacal boyfriend. Not some other coke-head boyfriend. Mine. When I was Me.

Is that bad? Wrong? Am I the only person in the world who has ever missed “the good ol’ days” after getting married and moving to a strange country? A strange country where people who wear comfy sexy witchy boots are frowned upon.

I’ll miss my boots.

If anyone knows where I can find another pair, please let me know. Half – calf, lace ups. No zippers please. Big heel, no stilettos. Preferably under $30. ;)

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