My ski boots, which I've had for almost twelve years and were barely intermediate-level boots to begin with, drew reactions of shock and horror from the NASTC staff at my ski clinic earlier in the week. Comments ranged from "Sister, you need new boots. Right now." to just "No. Oh God, no." I had been meaning to get new boots at some point, but now since they were declared officially condemned, I had no choice but to act and put them out of their misery.
Behold, after over two hours of professional boot fitting, the most excellent boots ever. YEAH!
But still, I was sad to heap dirt on the old ones (I had to admit, they are comfortable—kind of like skiing in Ugg boots, which I guess is sort of the problem) . . . until I saw how cute they looked in their new incarnation. I think they're happy.