During my epic search for a great pair of rain boots this spring, Tara suggested I might like to try some Blundstones: not a rain boot, more of an all-out work boot. The lovely people at Tin Shack offered to send a pair out, so why not, right? A pair of Blundstone CSA Greenpatch boots arrived a few weeks ago and I’ve been putting them through the paces ever since. I must say, they have passed every test I’ve invented.
The first pull-on was rather stiff–high arches strike again–and I was skeptical they would ever be comfortable. I thought I might have to take them to a cobbler for stretching (an option mentioned in the product insert). However, they have shaped to my foot very nicely in just a few weeks and go on and off easily. They do come with inserts so you can adjust the fit within your size, but I’m not using them. I’m generally a size 7, but I asked for a size 7 1/2 because I thought there could be nothing worse than a tight work boot. I’m finding when I put them on I think I could have gone with a 7, and by the time I take them off I’m glad I got the 7 1/2. They don’t rub or anything and my toes like the wiggle room.
I’ll be honest. I expected to get blisters and lead feet wearing these. I’m more into bare feet than army boots. So, after wearing them for a half hour to an hour a day for the first few days, I decided to consider them “broken in” and wore them all day. I’d be lying if I told you “I didn’t notice them at all,” but I really was impressed with how lightweight they are. Even this klutz didn’t get tripped up. And no blisters.
I found myself on an extension ladder trimming tree branches in a downpour (long story). I’m not a heights person but I felt pretty solid climbing with these boots, and not solid in a clunky, bulky way, but in a safe, reliable way.
I stepped into my mudhole — I mean veggie garden — to check it. I maintained traction and dryness and escaped with my life. And my boots.
I edged all the flower beds and most of the veggie garden in one day and didn’t even feel it. Let me rephrase that– my feet didn’t feel it. My back didn’t like bending like that for that long, but my feet were oblivious, as were my legs. You know that achy shin and hip you can get when you do a lot of slamming your foot into a shovel’s tread? Nothing. Thank you, Kevlar shank. I don’t know the technical name for the phenomenon of impact vibrations resonating through the body. Go ask your chiropractor, then go get some Blundstones.
I was digging some overgrown clover out of a bed I’m prepping for plants and swung my fork a little wild as I straightened up. The prong landed square on my foot. Left an insignificant dent in my boot; would have left a significant dent in my toes if I’d been wearing my Crocs.
Knowing how some shoes split right down the middle of the sole, and thinking of all the digging/edging I’ve been doing, I also just checked the soles of my boots for signs of cracking or dents or… anything. So far, so good. Other than some gravel caught in the treads, they could be brand new.
Oh, sure, I thought. It’s all good now, with all the rain, and the air temperature barely flirting with the teens, but just wait till summer really arrives. So I waited. And waited.
And Tuesday it came! On the calendar and in reality! And I gotta say, these boots are very breathable. My feet did get warm (how could they not) but not sweaty, and not uncomfortable. Of course, I also ditched them for flip flops by four o’clock to have Dutch Oven at the neighbors… but I think they pass.
Here’s a weird little personal thing I have with footwear: I hate not being able to bend my ankle and my foot. I have kids, I crouch down, sit in the grass, crawl through play houses… and I garden the same way: kneeling, reaching. I need mobility. I thought a work boot would cramp my style, like a puddle boot can with its stiff upper. Or I feel like I’m going to crack the sole by crouching to much. Well, count another check mark for the Greenpatch. I’ve already mentioned the amazing durability of the soles, but get this: they bend too. And the elasticized sides allow more ankle movement than I would have expected while still maintaining support.
So in case you’re hazy on my opinion, I love these boots. I’ve planted trees and climbed them, forked soil and double dug it, checked the flooded crawl space and driven the kids to piano. My Blundstones have seen a lot in the last three weeks, and I am not a gear girl at all, but they are my new best friends.
Though you can still count on seeing me in my red crocs when the work is lighter.