By Kristy Reed, Chatsworth, California posted April 8th, 2009
I am a horse trainer by trade. I am a dying breed. A living piece of American History. I am the girl you see walking the mall in Los Angeles wearing her Wranglers and Lucchese boots. My boots are a part of me, a statement of heritage and history. My boots take care of me, they are my partner.
Slick bottoms allow my feet to slip from a stirrup connected to a wild horse trying it’s best to get away. Thick leather protects my feet from 1000 pounds and steel shoes. Hiding under the leg of my jeans is the true me. Pretty colors, embroydered flowers or bucking horses whatever I choose! No one sees it but me. It’s a secret of my personality but protection from the leather of the saddle providing me with security that my leg will not get a rub spot from the many hours I spend atop a horse. My boots have a wonderful wear spot from my spurs that show they are true work boots. Functional beauty each boot is handmade,a true piece of western art.
I have boots for every occasion and they all have a story to tell. Some are for work, some for show and others are to wear out. Each boot has a story to tell of history we have made together. Some
have won buckles with me, some do not recieve any prizes but are with me each day I achieve a milestone with a unbroke colt. They are equal in their value. Each boot serves a purpose and even though some are not as pretty as others those are the ones that are most worn and fit best!
My boots are a piece of me and true statement of the American West. I am a American Mustang Trainer and my boots are my history.
good story. I enjoyed it. 5 out of 5