These are my turquoise rain boots. I wore them all day on Monday because it was raining cats and dogs in Omaha. I wear them nearly every time it rains, but, truth be told, I don’t even like them very much. They’re an awkward height and, after five or so years of wear and tear, they’re scuffed and the shiny coating is cracking. Ironically, I receive more compliments on them than any other pair of shoes I own. Like, strangers stop me on the street in the Old Market or behind me in line at Subway to tell me that they like my boots. Little do they know that what I really want are a pair of these classic wellies.
