It was sunny for a while. But not anymore. It’s over. It’s all over. Now there’s just rain, rain, and more rain. I pulled out my red rain boots last weekend when we had that crazy downpour, and now I’m wearing them once again. Perhaps I should never take them off, since the rain is showing no signs of stopping. I’m not a huge fan of the rain. But my favourite thing about it is that I get to wear these boots.
When I came home last night, I walked past my brother’s bedroom and we had this conversation:
Brother: Come here.
Brother: I need something from you.
Brother: Words of encouragement.
Me: For what?
Brother: Cross country. The race is tomorrow.
Usually when someone needs something from me it’s money or help with homework or something. That may have been the first time someone’s asked me for “words of encouragement”. So I wished him good luck. That sucks that they had to run in the rain. But good for him. The only time I run willingly in the rain is to catch a bus. And I remember struggling through the 100 metre race at our mandatory track meets. No way in hell would I join cross country. And there’s my brother, willingly running long distances. Apparently they had to do laps around Garry Point Park. I wonder how he did.
Well, walking in the rain, to be more specific. But yes. They have served me so well so far. I was lucky enough to purchase these at the annual Army & Navy Shoe Sale last year. Some people laugh when they hear how much I love the Army & Navy Shoe Sale. But whatever. They just don’t understand.
Funny enough, I’ve actually always hated rain boots. I think they’re ugly for the most part. Gum boots, I mean. I just picture little kids in yellow gum boots jumping in puddles. And they just seemed childish to me. It never appealed to me as a footwear option for grown women. There are more stylish boots that you can get out there without resorting to gum boots. They try to jazz them up with pretty patterns and such, but it just never worked for me. They’ve also never seemed to fit properly either.
But at the Army and Navy Shoe Sale last year, I had a change of heart. After going through piles of shoes and deciding between them which ones I “needed” to have, those bright red rain boots caught my eye. I was drawn to them. They were different from any other rain boots I had ever seen. They were special. So bright. So red. So waterproof. And so comfortable. What were the chances they would be all those things? I knew I had to have them.
Many people splurge on Hunters. I was never willing to do so. Mainly because they just didn’t seem appealing enough. If they were really that great, then maybe I would spring for a pair, but I didn’t see the need for it. Nothing against them, it’s just that everyone has them and the colours weren’t exciting enough for my liking. I have heard good things about them though, and I’m pretty sure they are long lasting.
But I remain perfectly content with my Cougar rain boots. I think it’s the fact that they’e just so vibrantly red. They get noticed. Pretty much every time I’ve worn them, I’ve received a compliment or at least some sort of comment on them, more so than any other footwear or clothing article I’ve ever worn. Even in the state they’re in now, slightly beat up due to constant wearing, they still look good enough to get noticed. I think if I died tomorrow, my red rain boots would be one of the things that people would remember me for.
They’ve become my go to choice of footwear when it rains. Which in Vancouver is all the time. But as those who live here can attest to, Vancouver weather tends to be very bipolar. So the day will start out sunny, then it’ll rain, then it’ll stop, then it’ll rain harder. Or it will be raining in the morning, then sunny in the afternoon, and then who knows what next. It’s extremely frustrating. As a consequence, I often make poor footwear decisions. For example, wearing suede shoes on what I think is going to be a sunny day, only to find out that it will be filled with rain instead.
The opposite happens as well, where I’ll be all prepped with my rain boots, and it will indeed be a sunny day. This is preferable though, because who says that rain boots are only for rain? If they look good, then I am permitted to wear them whenever the hell I want, regardless of what the weather should dictate. And I have. I try to colour coordinate when I can, but sometimes the red rain boots don’t exactly match the outfit I’m wearing. But I don’t care. I make it work.
I know I already wrote a blog post about another pair of boots not too long ago. But it’s never too early for another one. And besides, that one was expressing my sorrow at having lost a good pair. It made me realize I should cherish these things while I still have them. Also I’m slightly worried about my boots. Zippers often fail me, and I fear that in the future the zippers on these ones may do the same. The little top parts of them have broken off slightly. But you can’t really tell. I’m hoping they will pull through and give me another year at least. Is that too much to ask for? I think maybe some day in the future I will end up being like my boots. You know, good looking and a cougar.
After a long day of working and volunteering, I decided to treat myself to a pedicure. Well also, I bought a voucher from TastyGo a while ago that I had yet to use. I tend to have a bit of a problem when it comes to purchasing online deals like Groupons, Indulge Living deals, SocialShopper deals, and so on and so forth. I mean, I forgot I even had a TastyGo account. And then I always end up checking my accounts at the last minute and realizing that I have a voucher that will soon expire. This particular one expires in June. However, I have another pedicure voucher from TeamBuy that also expires in June. So I had to use one of them now.
The place I went today was Illusion Studio and Spa on West Broadway. It was nice there. I picked out my polish, and then made my way over to the chair. In the past I’ve often opted for red polish, because it’s just so classic, but lately I’ve been opening up my colour choices. I thought a bright blue would be nice for spring. And I think it was a good decision. I tested a few shades of blue on my nail, only to realize there was a piece of paper sitting on the counter designated for colour testing. Oh well.
I liked the set up they have there, because my chair was faced in good view of the TV. At first I was disappointed because I thought that the chair was not a massage chair. And then I noticed the remote carefully hidden at the side and retrieved it as soon as I made this discovery. I love those massage chairs, pressing random buttons even though you’re never really sure what exactly they’re going to do. Do they sell those things to normal people, or only supply them at salons? Because I want one. At some point the massage chair stopped massaging and it took me a while to notice before starting it up again. But I did stop it while she was doing the nail art, as the vibration may have caused some disruption.
The TV was on the Food Network. I think if you’re going to have the channel on the Food Network, you should also have some food available for the people watching. It’s the decent thing to do. The show that happened to be on was Family Cook Off, a show I had never watched before, nor will I ever watch it again. It’s basically two families cooking an entree and a dessert and then the two judges give them points and whichever family has the most points wins the “coveted golden frying pan” and $1000 worth of groceries. I don’t know why but that seems like kind of a lame prize to me. I mean I’d rather have the $1000 so I can go buy my own groceries. Cause I’ll bet the $1000 worth of groceries they get weren’t on sale. The host of the show is super annoying. She just keeps bothering the contestants as they’re trying to cook and asking them stupid questions. The episode I saw was a family of kids against a family of old people. The kids won. That’s all I have to say about it.
So back to my pedicure. I usually don’t get nail art, but the voucher I bought included it. Score. I am quite happy with the outcome. I don’t get pedicures very often, but in the past I’ve had some where they didn’t look that much better than if I had attempted it myself. Okay, that’s not true, any attempts of mine would be far worse than anything a professional or a normal person could accomplish. Or anything a drunk or otherwise incompetent person could accomplish. But some were never really anything special. This time, they came out pretty and professional looking, and like they’ll last.
For some reason, the woman beside me got a nail dryer after her pedicure to speed up the drying process. I did not. I was just left to sit there and let them air dry in their own sweet time. But I didn’t complain. It allowed me more time to sit and watch TV in my massage chair. No complaints there. I’m pretty sure the staff there made fun of me in another language, but I think that happens to me pretty much at any salon or spa I go to ever. Or maybe I’m just paranoid. But she painted my nails so pretty that I don’t care either way.
I brought flip flops to wear after, as you’re supposed to do. But unfortunately for me, I was taking public transit and it was cold and raining outside. I probably looked like an idiot with my rain coat, umbrella, and flip flops. Not exactly weather appropriate footwear. But whatever. Why hide a good pedicure? And it wasn’t terribly cold. Although my last bus was late so I was standing outside longer than I had expected. But I figured that if my toes were to turn blue from the cold, they would at least match my toenails.
I am wearing socks right now, so I can’t see the beauty of my toenails at the moment. Because it’s cold. And tomorrow I will likely wear boots because it’s supposed to rain. And the day after that, closed toed shoes of some kind because it might still be cold. But damn it when the sun is shining and the weather is nice, I will wear my flip flops proudly once again. Also, the Army & Navy shoe sale starts next week, so at least my feet will look good as I’m trying on shoes.
Say that ten times fast. Actually I guess it’s not that difficult as a tongue twister. But it’s an awful thing when it happens in reality. The zipper on my left boot had been causing a bit of trouble for quite some time. But we were able to make it work. Part of me knew it was only a matter of time before it would all fall apart. But I wanted to make it last as long as I possibly could and to cherish the time we had left, however fleeting.
I’ve had these boots for about four years, so they have had a very good run. Or a good walk, I suppose would be more appropriate. I didn’t do a whole lot of running while wearing them, unless you count running for the bus, which I suppose does add up over time. They’ve lasted longer than expected, longer than any boot before them. I can’t remember if it’s been four years or five. I bought them in either 2007 or 2008. All I know is that they were purchased during my time working at Shoe Warehouse.
Ever since working at Shoe Warehouse, I’ve come to appreciate footwear. These boots were one of my greatest finds. I bought them on sale in the clearance section. But being in clearance does not mean they were low quality. They are Santanas, which is a Canadian brand that I’d never heard of. But they are leather and waterproof. And comfortable. It’s so hard to find a good boot that is all of those things and looks good as well.
This was back when I was against rain boots. And by rain boots I mean gum boots. I wanted something more grown up and stylish. And these were them. I could always count on them for protection when it rained or when it snowed. And even if it didn’t rain, they still worked with many outfits. I had a pair of black boots, but they weren’t waterproof. And they didn’t last as long. The zipper broke on those about a year or two ago. I still miss them.
And now it’s time for me to say goodbye to these brown ones as well. Why? The zipper finally broke. They always do. I really have a love hate relationship with zippers. I love them and they hate me. And that’s just how it is. I’ve lost count of the number of items I’ve had to part with due to broken zippers.
I wasn’t even going to wear these boots today. I considered normal shoes, but then I heard it would rain. So then I considered my red rain boots, but then I didn’t think it would rain that much. Obviously I was wrong. But I swear the sun was shining a little when I left the house. And I didn’t want to look stupid wearing rain boots on a sunny day, as I’ve done in the past. These brown boots have served me well whatever the weather. Plus, if I happened to walk through mud, you couldn’t tell since they’re brown.
The zipper was bound to break eventually. But of course it would happen early in the day, on a day like today when I so badly needed them. And of course it would break while I was at work. At least the zipper on my black boots had the decency to break before I left the house, allowing me time to change my footwear before venturing outside. Maybe the brown boots felt that I had taken them for granted, and they wanted to teach me a lesson before they finally kicked the bucket.
When the zipper came apart, I didn’t have many options. It’s not as if I had a spare pair of boots with me at the time. I needed something to fasten it together, or it would just flop down and not stay on properly. So I used tape. A lot of tape. Which worked surprisingly well for a while. And no one noticed unless I pointed it out to them. Why would I point it out? I don’t know, as a conversation starter? Because I wanted someone to acknowledge the misfortune I was going through? Because I just felt like it?
I used scotch tape while at work and then packing tape when I left. Somehow I feel like the scotch tape worked better. I’m pretty sure on my way home people noticed the tape that was hanging on for dear life in desperate attempt to do what a zipper once did. It was clear tape, but still. At least I made it home. But it saddens me to know that I will never wear them again. I’ll never find that kind of quality at that good a price again. I curse that zipper for ending our time together before I was ready.
I lost an umbrella today. But I don’t feel like talking about it right now. So instead, I thought I would post a poem that I wrote two years ago about a different umbrella that is no longer with me. I’ve had many umbrellas over the years. Some have had tragic ends, and others, I know not what fate had in store for them. This poem is a reminder and dedication to all the ones I’ve lost, and all the ones I’ve yet to lose.
i’m sorry i had to leave you outside neville scarfe
i did not want to
but i had no choice
for you were broken.
it wasn’t supposed to happen this way
i forsaw a good future
filled with rainy days
and you there to protect me
i wish i could say we had a good run
but there was barley any time
damn those ubc winds.
when you turned inside out i knew there was no going back
i did the best i could to make you better
but to no avail
you were broken
you opened up
and there you remained
unable to close
i could no longer take you inside
i had to leave you in the rain
you’re not the first i’ve lost
and you won’t be the last
but you were a favourite of mine by far.
i know not whether you still lie there
or whether somoeone came to take you away
i miss you.