I LOOK LIKE RED COWBOY BOOTS.

Tuesday is here. It didn't seem as cool in here this morning. So I am sipping my coffee without the warmth of the stove. I guess I better enjoy the warmer weather while I can. I am sure it won't last long. I had another offer yesterday to rake our leafs. I feel the urge when asked that question to hurl myself out the front door and lay out strecthed over as many as I can. "Please leave my leafs alone."

Have you ever wondered how you look to other people? How they perceive you. I have one friend when years ago we would go to a Thrift shop or Rummage sale and the gaudiest, flowered, Lacey dress would be hanging on a rack and she would say, "That looks just like you." Well, excuse me. I do not think I look like that flowered monstrosity. I was always offended. Now I realize my choice of clothes might not always make Marie Claire magazine but I do think I have some taste.

Yesterday my son brought his friend by. She is around thirty. I had a pair of boots I had ordered.I thought they stood out to far from my calf's. I told Jer to bring her by to look at the boots. He did.. She tried them on. They fit. I gave her the boots. She was excited. "Let me show you the other pair of boots I bought," I said.. You probably won't like them but I do.." I proudly brought my new red cowboy boots in. I have never owned a pair of cowboy boots in my life.

Now I really don't classify them as cowboy boots. They are red, leather, black lace at the top and black laces up the back. I love them but I do not think I look like them. She looked at them quietly. "They look like you", she said. I was rather stunned. I thought I was stepping out of my comfort zone in buying them. But never did I think they looked like me or my personality. I now know I personify red leather boots with black laces. I can live with that, it just caught me off guard.

Now I am comfortable with the fact my family does not think I dress age appropriate. I am sure it bothers them more than it does me. I still am looking for the person who was authorized to write this age appropriate rules anyway. I would like to have a short chat with them. I can see myself talking to them in my low neckline, tight jeans and red boots. Oh yes, with black laces up the back. I will plead my case. They will call the fashion police and it will all go downhill from there.

I am happy with my boots. And the thing I love most about them is the soles. The brand name is "Romantic Soles." They have a heart on each sole. Awww, isn't that sweet. When I wear them I walk on hearts. Its really very cool. I am not a cool person I know, but at least may boots are. If you see an older lady walking around with red boots, black laces and short reddish blond hair, that will be me. Give me a shout out, okay? But I best scoot on out of Blogland this morning. I'm wearing my boots.. I'm breaking them in. I'm trying to yodel as I walk, but I don't know how. I sound more like I'm howling at the moon. Its still dark here, its early you know.. But for now, my boots and I are outta here.