Out of style

Someone ought to tell the weather that cold and snizzly is so...yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.

These slippery conditions made me realize I have to do something that I abhor; shopping, particularly shoe shopping, or boot shopping to be exact; something with some mean treads and waterproofish exterior but not so beefy that it feels like I'm sporting a dead moose on each foot. It's been years since I went shoe shopping...yes Mr. M is aware of what a cheap date I am, but it's time.

A pair of these maybe? But then I'll need me a squirly or coon hat to go wiffit. Eeewww. Ick.
This is more my speed. At that price they better last fifteen years like this old pair did.