02/23/2021
It’s TOOLTUESDAY! And this week’s tool? Boots! These are my Fellside Chelsea Work Boots. They’re steel toe. They’re waterproof up to the elastic. I tend to walk on my toes so the level to which they’re waterproof is high enough. These have survived everything I can throw at them on the farm for just over 2 full seasons. This will be their third but I’m not sure if they’ll make it.
I sat down with them to give them a good cleaning and shine; it’s just been so muddy lately. I don’t actually really shine them, I just give them a really hard scrubbing with a bristle brush, wipe them off with a lightly damp cloth, and then rub in a coat of SNO-SEAL to help keep them waterproof. But I’m not just cleaning them. It’s a check-up, I’m taking stock of their condition.
I think about all the steps they’ve taken, all the places they’ve been, where the scars and nicks came from, and all of those stories. I think about some of the deeper cuts and tears and realize they’ve saved my toes a few times. I think about how they’re heavy and hot in the summer and that’s a major downside. But I remember I do still have all my toes. They slip on and off easily. And although they’re heavy, overall they’re so very comfortable. They’re the kind of dependable thing that feels natural - perpetual, dependable, with predictable responses whenever you need them - like an extension of a limb, proprioceptive even.
How many miles have I walked with them? How many celebrations have they witnessed? How many tragedies endured? How much mud and chicken coop and rain and dust? How many rusty nails, splinters, rocks, shards, and thorns and poison ivy and tiller blades have they spared me? They do it dependably and thanklessly.
All this is blazing through my mind, ricocheting around between my ears as I’m scrubbing and wiping and waxing these things. And then it slowly starts to sink in. Am I really just thinking about the boots?