By Darla Haskell, Fort Lauderdale Fl at the moment posted March 29th, 2009
There they were…the boots of my dreams! In a thrift shop of all places…perfectly worn in, heels tapped, resoled, black lizard, and they were my size! It was like a dream come true…I could even afford them. My lucky day!
I was working on yachts at the time so it wasn’t like they were going to be looking hot with my every day attire but at the end of those long days, I could slip into my jeans, pull on those boots, and feel like a new women boot scootin down the dock….Speary top siders get out of the way because these boots are made for walkin and they are gonna walk all over you!
It was like they improved my pool game, dart game, and I could dance all night. It even seemed like I never got tired…like the boots had a momentum that just took me along for the ride. Let it be said that sailors like cowgirls!
Then, I got pregnant. It was a good thing and I was so happy. Until my feet swelled up and the boots wouldn’t go on no matter what I tried…so I waited, and waited. Finally the baby came and life was getting back to normal.
I was ready to thrash those flip flops and pull on my boots. I tried to deny it for a long time but it was just not going away. My feet had grown a whole size larger. No one had EVER mentioned this was a possibility and now all my girls were saying “oh yeah, that happens sometimes.” You think they might have mentioned this maybe a year ago so at least I could have made a choice. I mean I love my baby and know that my life is better because of him but…my boots! I held on to them for over a year hoping that maybe someday…but alas, I knew that I had to find the perfect person to wear them for me. It had be someone that had little feet…not an easy thing with all friends with many babies…and this person had to be in need of something to make her feel that way those boots made me feel. After a very long search I found the perfect friend…I knew they would serve her well and she would certainly appreciate their “specialness.” She is wearing them to this day and loving them…and I bought myself a bigger pair of Vintage Justin’s just to make it up to myself…and now I feel better about the whole loving and losing thing. My little boy likes to wear them and ride his stick horse, clicking his way down the hall. He doesn’t even know that I wouldn’t let anyone else even think about putting their foot into them…but for him, the world…even my boots!
Let it also be said that daddy’s like cowmammas…and Martha said ” thats a good thing.”
