Ode to Sorels

It is with sadness that I announce the end of an era.

My brown leather and rubber Sorel boots walked their last step yesterday.
The boots, which I bought in high school (more than 20 years ago) and have worn every winter since, owe me nothing, yet I wanted them to continue serving my feet for years to come.

I could handle the fact the top of the boot was looking a little tattered. I could also tolerate the tinkle sound the boots made as the lace holders clinked against each other with every step.

Instead, it was the slice in the rubber near the bottom of the boot that concerned me. I could see my sock through the small cut, which means cold air – and water – could reach my foot.

It was with a heavy heart I went to Sears and asked the lady if she had Sorels just like the ones I was wearing. I was disappointment to hear she sold out of Sorels and only had Columbia ones left.

And while I bought the brown suede and rubber boots Columbia boots and like them, I haven’t yet thrown out the boots that have seen so much.

I have heard that Sorels offer a lifetime warranty.

However, the sales woman at Sears told me the company I purchased my boots from so many years ago no longer exists.

Sorels are no longer Canadian made and the company now belongs to Columbia.

So I hold on to my Sorels in hopes that perhaps Columbia honours the lifetime warranty that was in existence when my boots were purchased.

And if not, I will say goodbye to my trusty boots and hope my new Columbia boots can live up to the standards I set all boots too.

Note: These are not my Sorels. They do not exist, but they are similar in look and size. LisaDay