Countdown

I'm counting down to the end of the semester. Seven Days left. Only seven more days. My classes this semester have actually been pretty good, but I'm feeling really burnt out. I'm looking forward to a bit of a break from work and no more classes until the end of January. With school and work, I feel like I don't ever do anything well. The house is always messy and I never have time to cook. I always rush my school work, and thinking about everything I have to do distracts me at work. Sometimes I even get cranky with my Peter and my Fredo. That makes me sad :( I have been accused of being rather on edge lately, so a break should do me good. Seven more days of class and then three more days of work after that. I. Can't. Wait.

Sorels

These are the only boots I have ever owned. When I was little, I used to hate them. While my friends were wearing slimmer, sleek, faux fur-lined black boots, I wore these clod-hoppers. I used to beg for different boots. At one point in elementary school my parents listened to my pleas. They bought me a pink pair of Sorels. Now that I'm older I realize that my feet were never cold in these boots. I still have a pair of them, and if they ever wear out (it takes FOREVER to wear out a pair of these), I will buy another pair. I hope they never change them. I used to think they were ugly, but now I think their functionality makes them kind of lovely. I know now what I was too young to realize then: cold weather gear is not supposed to be cute. If it is, then it's probably not going to do its job. I don't care if I look pretty outside in the winter; I just care if I'm warm. Plus I'm pretty sure that I can still look pretty wearing Sorels and a bomber hat :) When I have kids, these are the boots they will get no matter how much they beg for something else. Hopefully someday they will come to appreciate them as I have.