First Boots Day


When I woke up today, I heard the swoosh of cars kicking up rain on the street outside. Knowing that we weren’t supposed to break 50 degrees by noon, I decided it was the right time to break out the boots. There’s something happy and comforting about encasing your feet in warm boot safety on a cold, damp day.

Someone used to call these particular boots my “reindeer hooves” because, when I stand in them, all that peeks out from the hem of my pants are the pointed toes. They do sort of look like little hooves. It amuses me.

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2 Responses to First Boots Day

  1. bluiis says:

    Ooh, I like them! Is that a buckle?

  2. Brenda says:

    No, it’s a thread or something. I would have edited it out, but I don’t have Photoshop anymore!

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