My boots are calling me..ha ha!

Okay, yes, I seem to be obsessed.  It’s the the 50’s and rainy and I want to wear boots again….really…this is silly.

It’s summer, sort of, and when I wake up to the sound of wind and rain, and gray skies…I toy with the idea of maybe wearing my rain boots. They’re nice ones–narrow and tall like my leather ones.  Then I think again—rain boots are hot (not in a good way)—they make your legs sweat.  I”m clicking to find weather–sun by noon, upper 60’s.  That’s the end of that discussion…

No boots,,,but the longing remains.  I think I have a problem.  Maybe I need an intervention!  But wait–here;s a thought.  Maybe it’s not about the boots.  Yes, that’s it—it’s about my legs!!!

I have bird legs.  Inherited from my mom.  My dad actually called her “Birdy”.  Very skinny legs can be can be improved with boots, but mine are not just skinny.  They are also not good in shorts, capris, or short skirts.   Bare legs are not an option for me—a source of major frustration and compromise.  I envy you who walk with the sun and breezes on your tanned legs–you are the golden ones!  No one told me years ago, that those legs would not always be my legs.

I will console myself with my Ugg boots for slippers on chilly mornings and evenings…my skinny ankles get cold…I can hear Bob snorting.  Nuts…