That’s what I wonder as I look at myself in the mirror tonight. It’s almost like I don’t recognize myself. I search myself, my past, my life and wonder what could have brought me to this point? I never thought I’d be the guy wearing $240 boots.
Yes, you heard that right: $240.00 boots. Not a typo, no misplaced decimal points. Not counting my suit, they’re the most expensive item of clothing I own.
But what could have persuaded me to buy them? Generally speaking, I don’t spend a lot on clothes; it’s usually not my thing. Hell, half my wardrobe is probably from Target. And the last pair of boots I bought? $12 from a Portland, OR thrift store, plus maybe another $10 for the sole liners at CVS, because with $12 boots, no matter how cool they looked, you shouldn’t be surprised at getting $12 comfort.
What it comes down to is really a couple of factors. I do expect that boots that I spent that much on (here, by the way, in case you’re feeling similarly inclined to drop big bucks on footwear: http://www.thefryecompany.com/) to be durable and last me quite a while. There is a two year warranty, so I can reasonable expect them to last at least that long. I do expect them to be comfortable, although I was fairly warned that these do take a little while to break in, a fact that I can attest to in that they didn’t become comfortable until after a few days of wearing them — up until that point I was hobbling around in them like Forrest Gump before he learned to run; now my feet feel like leather-encased superheroes. And the most important factor of all, let’s face it, they just look cool:
So here I am, a new man. A man in $240 boots.
December 7, 2011 at 1:34 AM |
Them’s some damn fine boots. I pay $150 for my workboots, but at the end of the day, they’re workboots, and unfashionable, as they’re actually used for work.