Buy (rain) boots
I don’t think there has been an article of clothing that has changed how I conduct my life quite so much as my rain boots. There was a time in my life (between ages 14 and 20) when every pair of pants I owned was mangled, frayed, torn, and, when it was raining, full-on soggy halfway up my leg. Even as an adult, I’ve spent entire days of work with complete and utter sog-foot. There are, of course, worse things in the world, but I can’t get over the complete freedom that comes with rain boots. As a girl of flats and too-long jeans, I’ve stayed in my house for too many springs avoiding giant snow drifts, sidewalks riddled with rainrivers, parks with 4-inch deep puddle-ponds, tip-toeing around like an uncomfortable burglar just waiting for the moment when I’ll slip up and have to live with a 10-hour sentence of wet-jeans ankle until I can get home and change my pants. With my ultra-perky,super-plastic- flower, puddle-jumpin’ boots, I say, Screw you puddles, I’m stomping through. Get out of my way, snow drift, I’ll knock your head off. Watch out park-lake. I’m jumping in. With boots, spring rocks. And my jeans don’t look quite so crappy.
Laura, I have too recently discovered the hidden secret of rain boots. Where have they been all our college years when our poor jeans suffered?? Have fun splashing my friend!
Although, let’s face it, we spent way more time sitting on walls than we spent walking. OU this spring?