Thursday, February 13, 2014

An open declaration of love to these L.L.Bean boots

Oh, L.L.Bean boots -- how do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.  You are the workhorse of my wardrobe, a sherpa-lined paradise amidst the brutal forces of the Polar Vortex.  I can’t remember the last day I didn’t build an outfit around you. I forget a time when I wasn’t coordinating my socks and my stretch pants with your leathery exterior.

Gone are the days of flowery, flowing dresses that flutter in the warm westerly winds.  Do you dream of sunshine, my little boot loves?  Do you daydream about kicking back under a palm tree with a pina colada in hand?  No.  It’s not the tropics you crave, but more ice and snow.  For you are in your element when I trudge through four inches of sludge, the icy specks beating down upon your eyelets.  This is your happy place.  This is where you want to be.

I don’t care that people stare when I walk into the bar with you.  They don’t understand our love. They don’t know how you keep me warm during these long, winter nights.  Your love is unrelenting and unconditional.  I am cold without you.  No but really, I tried wearing some Converse sneakers during my commute once and it was awful.  I will never leave you.  I promise I’ll never be unfaithful again.  I can’t imagine going through life with anyone else but you.  

But what will happen when the spring comes, my little sole mates?  When the warm blaze starts to beat down upon us and all the ice and snow melts away?  I will be tempted once again.  It will feel so good to slip my toes into those wedge sandals that are sure to come around.  Every flip flop in town will be beating down my door once the heat wave hits. Will we endure such a thing? Can our love survive?  I won’t forget you, my loves.  You must believe me on that.  Please promise me this, my boots:  wait for me.

Happy Valentine's Day


  1. Looks like someone picked out a great Christmas present!

  2. Well this was adorable!


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