After growing quite attached to the fur-lined warmth, comfort, and pragmatism of these snow boots these past few months, I think the time has, finally, come for them to retire within the confines of their cozy cardboard box at the bottom of my closet. I had prematurely attempted to bid them a fond farewell the other week, and was not very pleasantly surprised with yet another snowfall, and had to retrieve them once more. According to this week's forecast, the temperature should fluctuate in the 40s and 50s, perhaps even creep towards gentle and sweet 60 tomorrow. This time, I hope to depart from these rubber soles and perfect traction until next season of ice and snow comes howling in, baring ragged teeth.
Finally, time for some feminine pumps, for leather and for suede that now will not be tarnished and desecrated by puddles and salt stains, for blossoms, and maybe, finally, some fresh colors.
(Minnetonka snow boots, image taken from Zappos)