This
weekend, we welcomed a new addition to the family: Sperry Top-Sider Shearwater Boots.
Finally, a pair of snow boots that wouldn’t look like my brother’s
hand-me-downs.
Not that I minded
wearing my brother’s cast offs. For years, I wore every pair of clunky rubber
lace-ups that he outgrew. In fact, I couldn’t wait until they were mine. Bright,
red fireman boots and white Power Ranger specials…If my big brother wore them, they were great, and that was that. When we got a little
older and my little brother took off in size, I even had his old boots to
choose from. Sure, there was a part of me that envied the girls who were the
oldest in their family or who had older sisters. They always had the pretty
pink or polka-dotted boots. The truth is, though, that I really didn’t mind
wearing my brothers’ old boots, and in some ways, this fact still mystifies me.
Maybe it was
because when I was young, the snow in and of itself was exhilarating, and building
snow forts and snowmen with my brothers was pure delight. Snow wars with
neighboring clans were limitless, and a well-aimed snowball was infinitely more
important than what was on my feet.
But
somewhere in those middle school years, the desire to curl up on the couch with
the dog to watch a “Friends” marathon during a blizzard snuck up on me. The
thrill of getting bundled to careen down the hills of the Montclair Iris Garden
was waning, and suddenly there were far fewer occasions to wear the Frankenstein
footwear that kept out the snow. Sure, there were the massive-snowstorm shovel
fests when every mother and child was obliged to help dig out, but that was
rare. And in extreme situations, those big clunkers would do. They kept my feet
dry.
me, in the snow
But keeping
my feet dry was becoming less important. It was then that Uggs became my muse.
I collected Uggs the Kardashians collect reality shows, and I loved
them. I had tall basic black, tall black with shearling cuffs, and short black
Uggs. I had brown Uggs with shearling trim and standard brown, too. I had pink
Uggs and teal Uggs, and green Uggs that to this day hang out under my bed and are
so comfy that in their retirement have earned the place of slippers in my life. Many of these boots, however, grace the
back of my closet now, faithfully remembering the days they spent in the
foreground. Sure, they may be worn, but they sure were worn well.
It’s not
that I am indifferent to my Uggs. They own a place in my heart that reminds me
of first crushes and sleepovers. They own a part of my history. But time
marches on, and so does style. My Uggs have a track record of warmth, and I
know that I can count on them to join me in welcoming our new Sperry boots
to the family…and to the closet.