Thursday 26th April 2012
For the last few months, every dog walk has been leaky. Three pairs of welly boots all with splits, cracks and bloody great holes. High and low I have hunted for replacement welly boots that fit the exact shape of my somewhat soncy calves. I hate it when wellies are too tight over jeans & socks. I also hate baggy ones that flap round my legs. I don’t like short Wellies, as they manage to spread mud up the inside of my knees, weirdly. I’ve never tried waders, although the mud has been spectacular on recent walks and maybe they’d be ideal. I am not fond of those foamy wellies like crocs - too slippery and I worry when I’ve tried them that I’ll forget I’m wearing them and accidentally go to bed still wearing them. And I hate jodhpur boots as they give me blisters.
I have tried many forms of waterproof footwear. I’ve been to a stupid number of garden centres, outdoor shops & so on, trying on rubber boots. I was beginning to lose hope, frankly.
And then today I went to my favourite store for art supplies. I bought watercolour pencils and an ink pen for my son’s art project. And in the second to next aisle, I found these glorious rubber boots. That fit me. And are BEAUTIFUL. And gloriously red and flowersome. It’s love, folks, welly love.
Incidentally, I also purchased recycling bags, glass beads, large kilner jars and two paperback thrillers for grumpy teenboy while I was there. (Which is why I love that crazy shop so very much.)