I’m not really a poet so it’s not really an ode….more like an homage.
My wellies, my dear boots. They are almost 7 years old. 5 years of walking 10+ dogs per day in Washington when I had my dog walking business and two years here at Shady Oaks doing farm work. Even in summer since the ground is usually soaked with dew each morning and they just tend to stay on the rest of the day. I tend to walk on the outsides of my feet, due to a slight pigeon toeing created by my equestrian days, so the heels are worn down to a 45 degree angle on the outsides. A hole has been worn into the front of the boot that constantly bends with each step. The upper buckles ripped off long ago. The color and texture of the boots are more like the earth and less like the deep, smooth olive they were when they were new. I had decided it was time to replace. I’m sentimental about my gear you see. I tend to pick uniforms that fit my daily routine, a capsule wardrobe if you will. I take a long time deciding what my uniform will consist of and once it’s decided I buy the highest quality I can afford and keep it till it falls apart even after trying every repair possible. Buy less, buy better. It is time to retire these old girls. My legs hurt from the heel angles now and water seeps into the hole on the shins. I’d say 7 years was a well returned investment.
These wellies are Barbour. While they are not in the price range of Le Chameau they are significantly more than a pair from Tractor Supply. Not that there is anything wrong with Tractor Supply boots, they just don’t come in olive or look they way I want them to. Yes, I want to look somewhat put together while covered in muck. Unfortunately I cannot source these boots in the US anymore (they are a British company) so I must go with the closest alternative: Hunter. Most have seen Hunter’s rise to popularity in the fashion world and they even have their own fashion show now. I tend to avoid brands like this BUT their wellies are the same price point as Barbour, they do have a reputation for quality AND they come in my favorite olive color. Prior to their rise in fashion fame they were known as more than adequate for the job I need them for. So, old wellies in the museum, new wellies working on being covered in clay, mud, chicken and horse manure, grass clipping and dog drool.