These Boots Were Made For Many Things

After remembrance of things past in Before There Ever Was A Tuesday. . ., and subsequent discussions with Suzie Ivy and PAZ, I thought it might be fun to take photos of my boots for yinz to see.  Now this isn’t as easy as it sounds, with a camera phone and a tremor, but I think you’ll get the general idea.

So, without further ado. . .

The Docs of my youth.

 

My Undergrounds, which I prefer to call my shit-kickers.

 

My practical, but still sassy, brown boots.

 

My gorgeous cowgirl boots.

 

My drop-dead black boots, which don’t look like so much from the front. . .

 

But from the back. . . well, I really couldn’t get a clear shot (you try bending over backwards and trying to take a good picture some time).  But they lace up and they are sex on heels.

Kisses from my closet ~

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26 thoughts on “These Boots Were Made For Many Things

  1. As if we needed more evidence of your awesomeness! I think the silver Docs rule, but they’re all pretty fantastic. Good taste, says I.

    I love the book stack in the background too. :)

    • Thank you, DeeDee! You are such a doll. I haven’t worn my Docs in years, and I love them so, still.

      And the books – well that is the clearest space on my bedroom floor that I could find to take pictures! They are everywhere! ;)

  2. I strained my back, not too bad, but I have a vibrator resting against it and so my eyes are shaking up and down. Your description comes into my inbox, what you wrote and what I read were two different things. The last picture kinda goes with my imagination. Here is why I read it three times before I realized I had it wrong.

    ” with a camera phone and a tremor, but I think you’ll get the genital idea.”

    Stupid me but love the boots. WOW, those are real shit kickers and sex slayers.

    • Suzie, I’m sorry about your back! Email me and tell me what happened.

      I would laugh really hard at your “genital idea”, but I’m actually in a whole heaping lot of pain myself right now, and I will have to email you why.

      I’m glad you like the boots. I don’t do anything by halves. ;)

    • Why thank you very much! The Docs saw a lot of wear, but they held up nicely. The Undergrounds are fun, because people always think twice when they see steel on the outside of the toe! And the back shot was total serendipity. :)

  3. I was a little more excited to see stacks of books than the boots, lol. Then I saw what they were all about . . . a much more diverse selection than my local library, ha. I wish I could just reach in and borrow a couple of them, lol.

  4. I’m not into boots although I think yours are nice and they sure look good on some legs…I can tell you have great legs. Anyway, I LOVE your stacks of books. I used to have LOTS of stacks too but dear hubby made me give a bunch away so he could get around!

    • I got very long legs from my paternal grandfather. I look nothing like my dad or anyone on his side of the family, except for the long limbs of my grandpap (though I hope my bones are stronger, as he had both hips replaced).

      My mother went through the same thing with my father, but books are non-negotiable with me. You take me, you take my books. One day I really will make a project out of photographing all of them! ;)

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