If you judge boots on, say, whether you can get them on and off, which I have now learned is the only real metric that should be used for judging boots, my boots are now in the top tier of, you know, bootness. The new zippers, which delightfully release my feet at the end of a long day without the assistance of Billy, spoons, corn starch, shoe horns, Black and Decker workmates, banisters, dogs, foot powder or good old-fashioned physical struggle, have been masterfully stitched into the inside walls of the boots and work smoothly.
I am, however, still dealing with corn starch and foot powder residue. As in, every time I slide my feet into the boots, little clouds of white puff out. Kind of like boot special effects.
Or maybe airborne awesomeness.