Years and years and years ago, I bought a simple pair of Bass boots. They were a soft brown leather, flat heeled, ankle-high, easy and comfy to wear. For the longest time, I wore them nearly everyday through the fall, winter, and early spring. Rain and snow, cold and damp, in all kinds of weather, you could find me in my trusty boots. I wore them with skirts and with jeans. They were my favorite shoes for just about every occasion short of that dress-up, cocktail party, girly sort of affair.
The problem is that years of wear have taken their toll on my wonderful old boots, and they have gotten increasingly ratty and shabby looking. Every time I put them on, I could hear Himself cringe. The scuffed, cracked, worn out leather didn't particularly bother me -- after all, I'm not as young as I was when I bought them, and I am showing signs of wear too, but He has come to just hate them. He grabs them every chance He gets and polishes the heck out of them, and it helps some, but they are what they are, and a coat of polish isn't going to hide the fact.
Thank you, Sir. I love you and I love my new boots.