“She came f*ckin’ UNGLUED!!!” were apparently his exact words. Meet my husband’s best friend, Jason, and his daughter, Jessie. Together they make one of the funniest pairings on the planet.
I don’t know how he did it, especially considering I’ve tried on every style, make and model of boot from Atlanta to Oregon via Texas, New Mexico and California in the past 5 years and have not been able to find a single pair that didn’t have some sort of “meh” about them…price stopped being an issue about 3 years ago when I started sacrificing my jeans budget for a healthier boot budget… but somehow he found the perfect fit, cut, length, color, style, distress, shape, heel, comfort, sexy yet casual, ornamental yet functional, no floral inlay, no crystals, no crosses, hand stitched, lizard (inside and out), Hecho En Mexico with an extra je ne sais quoi that magically makes my lips curl into a sly grin, amazing boots and I love him for it!
All compliments, oohhs and aahhs can be left in the comments section at the bottom of this post… or emailed, FB’d to friends, tweeted and shouted from the rooftops near enough for me to hear.
Thought that just entered my mind – does his motive for gifting me fashion boots have something to do with my 5 year old garden / special occasion jeans? Are these actually just a hint for me to finally purchase something that doesn’t involve pockets over my kidneys? Hmmmm.
While decorating the tree I pulled up the original “How The Grinch Stole Christmas” and found myself laughing at a million holiday memories this precious little cartoon triggered. Mom was always so great about allowing the television specials (Charlie Brown, The Grinch, Rudolf, Frosty) to be a big production in our house. She’d hurry us through our bath and dinner routine… in the good way, not the usual “If you don’t get your scrawny butt out of that tub you’re gonna regret what happens next!” way… Continue reading