A while ago, while I was walking my dogs around the lake near my house, some women whose dogs we are friendly with kind of told me off for being silly enough to not have gum boots. And sure enough they were right; I had been there 5 minutes and my socks were already ruined. So I went down the main street and bought some little light weight, black, just above the ankle ones. My god, I am in love with my gum boots. I wear them every time I walk the dogs, and sometimes when I’m not. They’re certainly not a fashion statement; if I walk in a certain way, they make my pants ride up and kind of ‘tuck in’ to my socks, but they allow me to walk through puddles and mud without any repercussions whatsoever (and there is a lot of mud out here). And walking through puddles is strangely rewarding… The women at the park said they love they’re gum boots because they’re mother told them to always keep they’re feet dry, and now they’re embarking on some sort of late life rebellion. I thought it was just a joke at the time, but I’m now thinking otherwise. I don’t know what it is, but I’m finding myself intentionally walking towards that big bank of mud that doesn’t dry more often. They are such a practical shoe, The most practical shoe I have ever had. And when I’m in Healesville, they’re the only shoe I wear. I wore them on a sunny day yesterday to have lunch in a cafe. And wouldn’t you know it, the quickest route to the cafe was through a puddle. I was prepared.
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