Winner GLBT category
Well I did it,
I bought my new boots.
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Couldn’t be happier.
Awesome service,
from the young man,
at what I feared,
would be,
a hipster central,
in the Plateau Mont-Royal,
neighbourhood,
in Montreal.
I went there, despite my anticipated qualms, because they had the best selection in town and since it is a very cool and young neighbourhood, they sell lots, Blunnies are in with the hip crowd.
I am neither,
young,
nor hip,
but,
the young man,
knew I was a,
Blundstone,
aficionado,
I was wearing my chisel toes,
after all.
He asked me some questions,
on the finish and patina,
and,
he was bright enough to know,
it was an easy sale,
but,
he was genuinely interested,
and,
took off 20 percent,
without me asking,
for anything,
needless to say,
I will go back.
After looking them over,
for a few minutes,
I went with the crazy horse brown,
with the regular black sole,
didn’t like the look,
of the pale sole,
in person,
very happy with the choice,
I made.
Some might find it silly,
to attach such,
importance,
to a pair of boots,
to me,
they just,
may be,
the most important,
element,
of my butch style.
They ground me,
I feel safe and strong,
when I wear,
them.
I am comfortable,
I don’t worry about,
cracks in the sidewalk,
or stepping off curbs,
they are my armour,
they protect one of,
the most vulnerable,
parts of me.
I like the look,
I like the comfort,
I like that I don’t need to tie,
them.
Pull on,
easy to remove.
When I found,
Blundstones,
six years ago,
I found a perfect fit.
I know some people,
say,
they aren’t as good,
as they used to be,
to which I say,
So what???
How many boots do you have,
that can withstand ,
being worn,
everyday for,
eighteen months,
and,
then three times a week,
for another,
four years,
all for under,
$200?
I would wager,
not many.
But,
the fact is these are mine,
I found them,
and,
I am keeping them.
The journey in my boots,
continues.
Later girls,
BB
