Bee Oh Oh Tee Es

I bought my boots after the divorce was final. I went in to buy boots. I bought my boots 50% off at an already discount shoe store. I fell immediately in love. My totally-not-me, brand new, made-for-walking boots.

I used to make fun of my sister for wearing cowboy boots. She at least listens to country music.

Say hello to the Boots.

Hello, Boots. How nice to meet you.

My sister snapped the first picture of my boots and I spending quality time together.

My sister says, “Look at those boots!” (click) and a star is born.

We’ve faced the fire together a few times.

Come on bootsy, light my fire.

Over the next year, my boots and I were nearly inseparable. We did everything from repairing the kids’ swing in grandma and grandpa’s backyard…

Their ain’t no ladder high enough to keep me from repairing their swing.

to long afternoons dress shopping.

Double bonus when the dress works with my boots.

But now my boots are reaching their end of life.

Holey Boots!

My boots are just over a year old, and have spent barely a day off my feet. They’ve lived a glorious life, better than most $20 boots could ask for. They will always hold a special place in my memory box, but it’s time to bid them adieu. As soon as I have the money for real boots. Like my son’s.

He even wears his boots to the pool. And walks home barefoot. He’s a happy boy.

In other news, my poinsettia is finally coming back to life.

We’ve been together since December 2010.