I felt like I should never take them off.
Again today, I got out of bed, and stayed out Then, I drove to Ventura Boulevard and was treated to lunch by one of my dear girlfriends who has been relentlessly badgering me to celebrate my entrance into the 4th decade of my life. Of course, I have been avoiding this breaking of bread because for the last few weeks, I kept going back to bed. Little did I know, she was bringing me THESE AMAZING, VINTAGE, PERFECT FOR MY SIZE 6 FEET, BRIGHT RED COWBOY BOOTS!! Now when I say bright red, I actually mean “FM Red”, or so my middle sister calls it. Yes, the FM stands for exactly what you think it does. She prefers to wear FM red in lipstick form. Me…not so much. It’s a power color, and honestly, I’ve never felt that powerful really. Something tells me you already know this, so I’m not derailing my train of thought on that point. Giddy, up….let’s go!
Anyway….want to know the most spectacular part about these boots? They were hers. My girlfriend’s that is. Not my sister’s. So, they have HISTORY y’all. Each and every scuff, scratch and divet represents a memory. I just adore objects with roots and a story to tell. Which is sort of like me now. I am oldish, with roots and lots of stories to tell. Hell, I’m not vintage….I’m practically antique! However, when I slipped my feet into them, I immediately felt like I needed to walk with a swagger, and perhaps begin carrying a gun. I felt strong, and confident. Odd, considering I had on yoga pants and the boots were WAAAYYY too much for them. Whatever. Then, I remembered seeing something on Facebook, or Jen’s List this morning about today being ‘Wear Red for Women Day’ and all of a sudden the unexpected gift became even more magical. I highly suggest finding some FM red boots of your own. You’ll feel like a fire dancer!
After the yummy lunch, and girl-chat, I hugged her tightly, thanked her profusely, and we parted ways. Then I drove much too fast through a myriad of LA freeways, rushing to pick up my mini-me’s from school. Once home, I changed my clothes and made My Firstborn take these pictures. You didn’t think I was keeping those yoga pants on now did you?????