Boots

I got me some boots. Cowboy boots. Black python. They are kind of sexy cool. I got them from Dan the Boot Man up at the Warrenton antique show. Dan is the husband of a good friend of mine, Sheryl. Sheryl and my sister in law, Susan, rent this building in Warrenton and do these antique shows. Susan had an antique shop in Bellaire until recently. They’ve been doing these shows for a good while now. Sheryl does vintage linens and a variety of other things. Susan does estate jewelry and a bunch of nice things. Dan does boots. He’s a collector of western style boots. In his hunt for the truly collectible boots, he finds old boots and sells them at the antique shows.

I think Dan took pity on me, after hearing of my snake killing episode wearing my rhinestone studded flip flops and found me not one, but two pair of cowboy boots. I had emailed Sheryl before the show and asked if Dan could help me find a pair of boots. I have no idea what size boot I wear. I  have wretchedly wide feet and a high instep. So, Dan brought a bunch of boots for me to try on. He patiently watched as I tried them on, listening to how I described what was right or wrong with the fit of the boot. He went back to his house and returned the next day with another collection of boots for me to try. I am now the proud owner of the previously mentioned sexy cool black pythons and a pair of functional gray ropers. The ropers will be perfect for any future snake killing or tromping through the cow patties in search of a lame calf or what-not that sometimes happens on a cattle ranch/farm place.

I wore my sexy cool boots today to work. I do contract work, testing kiddos to see if they need special ed services at a school district about an hour's drive northeast of the farm. I wore a pair of jeans and a button down shirt. I felt very capable and sort of butch, but not too much... I decided that I will start calling the black pythons my "WYA" boots because when I wear them, I am pretty sure I can Whoop Your Ass. Justa kidding. I couldn't whoop your ass, unless I was heavily armed with a 2 by 4 or a loaded shot gun. What I was wearing - or not wearing - would have very little to do with it. But it sure was fun wearing those boots today. It might become a habit....

Regardless, I am able to check off “find a pair of cowboy boots that fit” from the proverbial (and actually non-existent) to-do list. Thanks Dan! You are boot-scootin’ boogie of a guy, and next to my husband, are just the sweetest thing on the planet!