First things first, I have freakishly small feet. I'm 5'8.5" but wear a size 7/8 shoe. All my research indicates this is abnormal. (By research I mean asking my friends and family and doing a few searches on the Internet.) But I learned this summer it may just run in the family, as my Poppy had quite small feet too. Which is how I came to possess an authentic pair of Texas cowboy boots after his passing this year. Today I embraced the Texan blood in me and wore cowboy boots all day. And, I guess, I also walked a mile in someone else's shoes.
Nothing says cowboy like my frat-boy blue pants.
All in all, I'm kind of fond of them. I felt quite snazzy all day, actually. And I'm pretty sure I could have kicked someone's ass were a situation to arise. Actually, I'm quite certain of it. You just don't mess with someone in cowboy boots.
Your poppy would be so proud!!! But please tell me you did not wear them with them those light blue pants... Love MOM
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