It all comes down to the Wellies…(otherwise knows as .Wellington boots.)
Now,ya see, a half a century ago, I lived in England for a couple years as a child.
And I vaguely remember having a pair of Wellies.
My Mom* made me wear them when I played outdoors, and she didn’t want me to track mud back into the house.
And they were okay, I suppose. Not too uncomfortable, not too much trouble.
But I didn’t exactly love the things.
Now, yes, I have a lot of happy memories of my childhood:
They revolve around things like kittens and grandma and bicycles and birthday cakes, and lots of other stuff.
But, NOT my Wellies.
But now I just read in the New York Times that the Wellington boot company is going bankrupt…and it’s a cultural tragedy of national and international proportions.
That’s right, folks, I just discovered that my forgotten kiddie playtime boots are a national treasure–both in England, and among certain high-class folks in America too…
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Vanity Fair is a high-class fashion magazine that appeals to the elite of Manhattan, the upper class who wear Prada.
And so when the Times quotes Daisy Shaw-Ellis, accessories director at Vanity Fair, you know it’s important.
And she says:
“People don’t walk across muddy fields in the drizzle for fun in America, they just get in their car and drive. But they also love that quintessential English country aesthetic, and the Hunter Wellington boot is a major symbol of that here.”
Now,I already know that many Americans “love that quintessential English country aesthetic”
But what surpised the hell outta me is that apparently, in England people walk across muddy fields in the drizzle for fun.
Geezz…what’s up with them Brits?
I guess it’s a good thing my parents took me out of there after a few years, and we moved back to the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Where people know that if you want to have fun, you don’t need muddy drizzle.
(paywalled link: Can Hunter Boots Come Back From the Brink of Bankruptcy? - The New York Times
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(that’s Mom…not Mum, folks…'cause in this story, I’m the Yank.
You know, the one in the OP who doesn’t wear the Wellies)