Sometimes, I amaze myself.
A few days ago, it started to rain again, which is great! California has been murmuring about another drought and yours truly is not a fan of the three-minute showers of her childhood. Also, I *may* have just bought the world's sassiest raincoat for Maryland Sheep & Wool.
But, I digress.
Given our impending adventure, I have been on the hunt for the perfect pair of rain boots. I have a great pair that I bought before the Cruise of '08, but Mom has claimed those. So, a-huntin' I decided to go. But, since the Social Pressure Experiment of '08, I have been more circumspect in my purchasing- even when it comes to shoes. And boots.
I had found a pair of boots that I Really Liked(tm) but I wasn't sure about, so I decided to try out a pair of boots that I bought three years ago. See, these were the boots that I Really Liked(tm), but once I had ordered them, I thought that they were a bit ... stiff. New boots. They need breaking in, right?
Over the last three years, I've worn them five or six times, and they have been stiff in the top of the foot the whole time. I mean, they haven't broken in at all. The other day, I decided I was going to give them one more try, and if they didn't break in, I was going to take them in to the shoemaker to be broken in.
I sat down, laced into my first boot, and went to put on the second boot. That was when I noticed a tiny piece of plastic peeking out to the side. I pulled on it to find...
... a plastic shoe form. I laced up the boot, and thought, "This is actually SUPER COMFORTABLE."
So, I checked the other boot. Found the plastic shoe form. Pulled it out. Boot #2, immediately more comfortable.
The most offensive thing about this is that I've worn them *several* times before. I remember scooping all of the shoe guts out of them. When I've worn them before, I managed to convince myself that they just needed breaking in.
I don't think I've ever felt so dumb, ever. At least I looked good, right?