Galoshes

26 Dec

About a month ago I purchased these boots from Walmart for about $20:

I love them.  I wear them all the time (literally).  The only thing wrong with them is that I had to buy them a size down because they were all out of 7s.  Since rubber boots usually run a little big (because they don’t stretch), I thought it’d be okay, but they’ve been pretty tight at times lately, making my poor toes uncomfortable 😦

In any case, the reason I bought them is not because they’re practical, nope, that had almost nothing to do with it.  My excuse was that I could wear them with my Harry Potter premiere outfit in November (surprise!  I love Harry Potter), but that’s not the real reason.  For me, these boots embody a world of dream and childlike attitude.  That sounds totally ridiculous, but it’s true.

One of my favorite memories from my childhood is of walking alone through the rain and mud on our then-unpaved road to meet my sisters at their piano lessons in my yellow plastic raincoat and black galoshes.  I think I was about five years old.  I remember stomping in the mud puddles and thoroughly enjoying the rain, since we hardly got any in Southern California.

I also always had a dream of being a veterinarian when I grew up.  When I was in junior high, I first read the books by James Herriot.

 

James in his Wellington boots...and with a lamb

I loved reading about how he would pull on his Wellies and go to work with the animals.  I love James Herriot, I even made it a point to make sure we went to Thirsk (aka Darrowby) on our trip to England this year.

Later, in High School, I was in Ag, or FFA, or whatever you want to call it.  Though my animal projects never worked out (just fyi, rabbits need air conditioning or they will die– not my fault though), I had friends who raised steer, goats, and pigs, and they all had rubber boots.  I spent plenty of time in the barn and stables–but without the boots– though the whole time I was in there cleaning and caring for the animals I sure wished I had a pair.

In any case, galoshes mean more to me than just keeping my feet dry, they contain all the memories I love and dreams I haven’t fulfilled.  Call me crazy, but there it is.  So now I’m wondering, is there anything you’ve purchased for reasons you might’ve been a little embarrassed by (like me…don’t tell!) or for reasons with “deeper meaning” if you will?  I hope I’m making sense… Anyway, share in the comments!

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2 Responses to “Galoshes”

  1. lp December 26, 2010 at 3:01 pm #

    I don’t think you’re crazy. I think it’s perfectly normal to symbolize some wish or desire with an article of clothing. Why do you think so many people purchase and wear message t-shirts? Or maybe I just get it because I’m the same. When I was a mere child I asked my grandfather for one of his hats because it looked like the one Kevin Corcoran wore when he played Arliss in the film ‘Savage Sam’. More recent purchases that reflect a deeper meaning (or for reasons I keep secret because I’m sure my associates would mock me): a pocket watch and goggles.

  2. Megan December 27, 2010 at 7:51 pm #

    This idea kind of reminds me of this post from one of my favorite blogs:

    http://morganandlua.blogspot.com/2010/10/scottish-plans.html

    And yes, I can relate as well, obviously. Or not so obviously?

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