That’s not a metaphor. I actually have new gumboots. In an ironic situation, until a year ago, we lived on a dairy farm and I traipsed around the paddocks, dodging cow pats and other yucky things in red gumboots with swirls and flowers on them, the pretty kind, designed with a townie in mind. Now we live on what is essentially a large garden in town, where I’m a townie, I have somehow decided the time is perfect to invest in steel-capped, reinforced-sole serious-type gumboots… and they may well be the best thing I’ve brought in ages.
Yeah. I’m so rock’n’roll I’m in love with my protective footwear.
They seem to have given me green thumbs (light green, mind, I’m no… errr… insert famous gardener name here), so I’ve leapt on the chance to plant up a storm… if only I didn’t feel so bad about the worms that have been harmed in the process! That’ll teach them for living in the ground, I suppose.
If you’ve booked me for your wedding, I promise the wellies will stay at home. With the garden. Where they belong. If you haven’t booked me to shoot your wedding yet, why not head over to my website for a peek? It’s a totally gumboot-free zone.