"Rated Best Foul Weather Boot: Blundstone's weather-sealed, oil stained leather is Aussie built to withstand the rigors of the Outback, but the Blundstone secret is comfort-sans laces, these boots slip on and off like your Sunday morning slippers and keep your feet warm, dry and hip-looking through city puddles or country snow."—Outside magazine, October 2001

"Forget those rubber gardening clogs your grandmother wears! Have the best-looking gardening boots in town. Blundstones are a comfortable, versatile and weather-resistant boot that's fast becoming a staple for garden lovers—and anyone else who just plain likes these funky, Australian-made footwear."—Toronto Sun, April 22nd, 2001

"Wellingtons may be the traditional footwear for spring garden mucking-out, but the Aussies have a more comfortable option. Blundstone ankle boots are both flexible and waterproof. They have no laces to get gummed up with mud, and are easy to slip in and out of. When you're bending and crouching in the shrubbery, they provide more support than garden clogs. And, of course, they look much hipper when you have to nip out to the garden centre for another load of three-way mix."—Globe & Mail, May 12, 2001

"Soothed soles are a must for expectant mothers. So, why not try a pair of Australia's ultra-cozy Blundstone boots? With fab features to accommodate swollen ankles (elasticized sides and seamless uppers) and added weight (shock-protection soles) - and ideal for those months when you simply can't see past your belly (no shoelaces to tie) - it's a wonder that all pregnant women don't own a pair."—Flare Pregnancy, Fall/Winter 1999

"Blundstone, that 125-year-old footwear label from the land Down Under, is giving Elvis a run for his money with its new blue suede boots. Durable, comfortable and ultrahip."—Flare, October 1999

"And those boots were the damn finest things I had ever owned. The texture of the leather was supple, like warmed butter from the first wearing, and the lines were sleek, clean and effortless. I loved my R.M.'s, loved them crazy and hopeless."—GQ, November 1999