Bike it day

Today is Bike it Day, a tradition started by two well meaning Santa Monica teens a few years ago to remind us that roads are not only for cars. Today also happens to be the first rain day of the season.  My first grader and I walk, not because its bike it day, not because its the right thing to do, we walk because i posses no early morning driving skills -  the last thing my brain can wrap it's way around is the morning school traffic in the parking lot.  Generally not being resilient enough to withstand the abuse that ensues with a wrong turn or a slow back up -  a simple walk always wins. Today its pouring which is exciting until I realize that we for some reason own no umbrella and last years wellies  are too small for the kid. But we don ski jackets and some uggs for the child, but I roll in total luxury. That is because I am the proud owner of a pair of Hunter green wellington boots. These boots I bought at an estate sale for $3 in Sunland, and as I walk down the street I remind myself that the dead woman who's estate sale it was must have hardly worn them as they seemed practically brand new. I actually have to remind/convince myself a few times.... there were no scuffs or any sings of ware.  Until half way to school  I am totally convinced that I am in fact not walking in a dead woman's boots because obviously she never once touched them.  Hunters are a  must have especially if you are a transplant from Great Britain, because now that I am here in the states there are small things that become important like the ownership of wellies and adoration of crunchie chocolate bars, baked beans and trying to remember who the Prime Minister is.

I love my Hunter wellies, because they are comfy and some how scream Royalty and rough and tumble, swarthy, don't mind the mud while feeding the horses sort of person all at once.
The company was started in 1856  by an American who moved to Scotland to make gum boots. Hunter really took off when they won the contract to shoe the trenched English soldiers for the First World War and then later went on to do the same in the Second World War.
So its I guess it's a spot of luck for us, that these boots shod the feet of the winning side and we are all free  to enjoy and adore them in our comparative frivolity.   Makes me wonder ....are we to one day romanticize products from halliburton?