These Boots are Made for Talkin’
The day before Christmas, I was in a mad rush to get ready for Christmas Day. My dh had just come home from the hospital the night before after a 5 day stay. So, needless to say, I was a little behind in the Christmas prep department and way ahead in the stress department.
So, when I saw the boots I’d been admiring for months on sale, there wasn’t a choice. It was a neccesity! Black leather, 3 inch heels, coming up to my knees- definitely me! Well, the me I wanted to be at the time. So, I snatched them up, bought them and proudly brought them home to show to my dh and ds. Thier response was not what I wanted, but was what I expected. They laughed at me. “The 80’s called- they want thier boots back!” Whatever. I didn’t buy them for anyone but me- which was part of the beauty of the boots- all the freedom they represented.
So, I have been wearing them frequently ever since. Have I gotten anymore taunts from my boots? Not one- see what does my dh know about fashion? Here and there someone would comment that they liked my boots- not much more or less. But, yesterday, that all changed. Not an hour has gone by that someone didn’t comment on how great they were! people who I didn’t know, people I knew who had never started a conversation with me in my life, and even stranger, people who had probably seen me in my boots a dozen times or more! So, where did it all come from? I’m not sure. I’m still trying to figure it out.
I think tomorrow will be a no boots day, though. They are fine until about the 7th hour I wear them. Then they become almost unbearable to walk in! On the good side, I whined enough last night that my dh actually rubbed my feet!
