I had a bad morning yesterday. The weather was grey and damp. I went to buy a babybook for my little'un but they seem to be stupid. Too colorful, too happy, saying: "This is the way your life is now! Flowers! Ponies! Happy, happy, joy, joy!
So I pushed the stroller to "Partioaitta", a really expensive store owned by the scouts, that sells clothes, packbags, tents and other stuff for outdoor-living, and bought myself a pair of winter rubber boots.
Boy, were they expensive, ugly and warm! And how I ejoyed myself walking through puddles and slush. I wasn't sorry at all, that i didn't byu girlish pink hai-boots I first wanted so bad. In the end I am a practical and sensible person. Pink boots would just get stained, after all they're nice only when they are new and shiny.
