Red Rain Boots

I have had many sad wet feet on rainy days when I lacked the proper rain gear. And I vowed that when I found the perfect pair I would buy them, even at full retail price. This was a high order because although I find the trendy patterned boots appealing, I wanted a more classic solid boot. Something that would serve me well for twenty, even thirty years. So they must also be by a trustworthy company. And finally I am cursed with large calves, and so finding a boot that would fit WITH my pants tucked in was my final requisit.
And last week I found them.
I love my new rain boots. Red, just like the one I had as a kid. These are by London Fog, so trustworthy. They do have a decorative tie at the top, which I love as a touch of the unusual. So of course I have worn them every chance I get. First when it was barely sprinkling Wednesday night (although there were puddles to sloosh through from earlier that day) and Stanley and I had to go pick up our organic eggs and cheese.
Aren't these eggs beautiful. Brown eggs are so appealing. Sorry about the bad lighting, but it was late and dark, overhead kitchen lights were my only choice.
My boots have also gone to the park the past two mornings. They feel a little silly on the dry sidewalks on the way there, but are right at home in the dewey wet grass and keep my feet blissfully dry, my tennis shoes always come away a little squishy.

The park on a fall morning is truly beautiful. I love the trees, the mix of green, yellow, red, bare and every combinations thereof. Glad Stanley gives me the motivation to get out and enjoy the grassy parts of the city.