My college years were during the age of grunge and combat boots were the rage. In attempt to be cool and artsy, I bought a pair of bright red Doc Martens--mainly because I loved the color and they were on sale (I was a poor college student!), even though they were a good 2 sizes too large on me.
Needless to say, over the years, I realized that these oversized, red boots made me look like Ronald McDonald and weren't very comfortable. But somehow, I didn't have the heart to throw them away. So, I left them in storage at my parent's house where they have been for years.
Recently, when I returned to visit, I saw this is what my mother had done to them:
Coincidentally, my mother's creative gardening venture is the same project my friend Anna Alter titled her book on.
Next, I think my mom should consult Anna on what to do with my old cassette tapes of the Cure.