I decluttered my first pair of boots.
It's possible they're vintage, I've had them for about 15 years and they were quite old when they came into my possession. It matters not. I won't wear them again. My feet won't let me.
It's time for someone else to have them.
Oh, but hang on they're broken.
I'd forgot the zip had died. I recall being quite annoyed about that at the time it happened as I'd just paid to have the heels repaired...again. Perhaps it's time they just went in the bin.
What inspired this sudden desire to say goodbye to boots when I haven't been able to bring myself to do it earlier?
Yes, procrastination turns out to be a great motivator for doing something other then what I should be doing. What I should be doing is figuring out the sewing room.
But I consider letting go of a pair of boots to be a fine start! I mean they are boots after all. Boots I tell you. BOOTS!!! Not just shoes, boooots!