After over a year of being the first choice in footwear on three continents, four seasons and two climate extremes. It's time to retire a very special pair of boots.
E put them on a a few weeks ago and it took ten minutes of tugging and pulling to get them off her feet. Luckily, we were at home. Less embarrassing and traumatic than when she got her elbow stuck in the hymn book holder on the church pew last week--during the closing prayer. But anyway, I was faced with the harsh reality that she had finally out grown her trusty, yellow boots. (And may even one day outgrow Blankie-Blankie, Tosser and her sole use of the pronoun "me." tear.)
So, I sent an email to my sister in NY who was leaving for London and within a few weeks we had:
Some new red boots.
They've been worn almost non-stop since we unpacked them--in 98 degree weather and super humidity. But I am told the rainy season should start next month, so maybe then people will stop thinking E's crazy and I'm completely negligent for letting E wear them in this weather.
Goodbye yellow boots
We'll see you again when Vi's feet are size 6-8.
