Friday, December 28, 2018

Old Boot, New Boot*

A couple of years ago I bought a new pair of boots.  I'd spent a lot of time looking for the perfect pair, and these were as close to perfect as I was going to get without designing and making my own.

Last year, I wore them every day of the winter, and I grew to love these sweet, little boots.  They were super comfortable, soft leather uppers with a rubber sole that didn't have me slipping and sliding on the ice, which I can tell you, is pretty awesome.

Then, the lining inside one of the boots ripped. 

I could still wear them, but getting them on was a pain, because if I didn't put my foot in the boot, just right, I pushed the liner down all crumbled up under my foot and that's what I walked on all day.  Not comfortable.

A few weeks ago, the lining in the other boot began to tear.

So, Deus Ex Machina and I looked for a new pair of boots for me, and I received a pair for Christmas.  Only they were too small, and we had to send them back.  At first the plan was to exchange the new boots, but they didn't have my size in that style.  So, I looked at their selection to see if I could find another pair that I thought I could wear.  I spent two hours looking and couldn't find anything that matched the quality and style of the ones I already have. 

I don't like having to replace clothes or shoes.  Once I find something I like, I just want it to last forever, and I just really like these boots.  The fact is that I have this awesome pair of boots that fit exactly right, are completely broken in, and with the exception of the lining, are in perfect condition. 

The solution, for me, is to repair rather than replace. 

Today, we dropped the boots off at the cobbler.  I'm sure I've mentioned this place before.  I have a pair of twelve year old birkenstock clogs that he's resoled at least twice.  I have a pair of ten year old birkenstock sandals that he's resoled once. 

He told me what he planned to do with them.  Warned me that there may be some lumps around the ankle that might feel weird, and then, quoted me a price that I couldn't refuse.  The cost to fix them is half the cost of a new pair, and if I can get another three years of wear out of those boots ... well, I win.

One week and I'll have my boots back.  In the meantime, I'll just wear my clogs, and since we're on vacation until after the first of the year, it all works out. 

I tell ya, fixing things beats the heck out of trying to find a replacement for something I'm not ready to give up, yet. 


*The title of the post is a nod to the Berenstain Bears' story Old Hat, New Hat, in which Papa bear goes into the hat shop for a new hat, but after trying on all of the hats, he realizes that the one he wants is the one he has.  That's exactly how I feel about my boots. 


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