R.I.P. Bluntys

My first pair of Blundstones, which I've had since early 2002, kicked the inside of the (waste) bucket today. They've been underperforming for some time (making funny squishy sounds and not really keeping the water out), and the leather around the toe had turned from black-as-my-Christmas-spirit to a tarnished-penny-green colour. They were still ungodly comfortable (the worst of buzz words from "What Not To Wear") despite their faults, but I knew they were done for some time, and had been contemplating a new pair for some time (I did buy a new pair of wedge-toes about 2 years ago, but they've just never fit properly on one foot (the leather just too tight over the arch, and it's yet to stretch out, and they're a little too nice for everyday rugged wear). Some people like sneakers, me, I like my Bluntys... they served me well. But it was today, flipping them over to take a good look at the soles for the first time in ages, only to notice sections of the sole completely worn away... as in not even there. Squish, Squish, Squish. I could no longer in good conscience keep these fading boots on life support anymore. I pulled the plug and binned them with a single tear shed for dramatic effect.

Let's hope the wife got the numerous hints about what I be really wanting for Christmastime. There will be no replacing Bluntys, except that's exactly what I'll be doing, because they're shoes. They don't have feelings, nor can they reciprocate any emotion projected onto them. I've let them go, time for new ones.