Boots

Herself has a new pair of boots.  They are cream-colored, lace-up cowgirl boots.  Pretty! She very rarely purchases things for herself, but splurged an entire $69 (marked down from an original $190) on these boots.  She is very happy with them.

She wore them over the Memorial Day weekend in Tombstone.  They were comfortable and fun.  They are happy boots. 

Cherished Friend, who witnessed the boots firsthand, pointed out that they are reminiscent of the old lace-up ice skates.  They are indeed.  Herself remembers the winters of her youth, when she and other neighborhood children would go ice skating at the tiny pond a few blocks over from her house.  She always had hand-me-down "boy" skates in the traditional black.  How she longed for the beautiful, girly, white skates.  It is nice for her, even thirty-odd years later, to finally have the Western equivalent of those feminine ice skates. 

Herself showed a picture from Tombstone of the family all dressed up in 1880's garb to her long-term Acquaintance, who admired the handsomeness of the Offspring and Beloved Husband (who were indeed quite dapper in their costumes), and who also expressed admiration for the boots.  Herself informed Acquaintance that the boots had been advertised as "Western wedding boots" because of the styling and the cream color, and then quipped that if she ever attended a wedding in Tombstone -- say, for example, if she and Beloved Husband ever renewed their vows -- she'd have the footwear already set.

Acquaintance, somewhat horrified, emphatically stated that she wouldn't tell anyone if Herself did such a thing.  Herself, rather taken aback by Acquaintance's apparently serious rebuffing of an offhand remark regarding an extremely unlikely occurrence, responded that Herself would be sure to post such an event on Facebook so that everyone would know.  Acquaintance countered that to do such a thing would bring shame and embarrassment upon Herself's family. 

Herself sighed inwardly.  It seemed that Acquaintance was in fact serious about her position, even though she was attempting to be lighthearted.  Herself laughed it off, stating that it was her job to be a shame and an embarrassment upon her family.  They moved on.

Would her family really be so appalled?  Hardly.  Bemused, perhaps.  Indifferent, most likely.

We shall not allow Acquaintance to take away from the pleasure of the boots.