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Home Again and Happy 2017

I’m grateful that I’ve had the opportunity to once again travel with my mother and son this holiday season. We had a terrific time sight-seeing and relaxing and soon I’ll tell you more about it, but for right now I just want to wish you all a wonderful 2017.

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Oh Those Boots

The temperature has finally dipped below 80º (please don’t throw things at me), so it’s time to take out my favorite black boots. I’ve been waiting to wear these for several months, but I just can’t quite do it when it’s hot as Hades outside. Cooler temps call for different clothes, and those clothes call for boots.

I actually have two pairs of black boots, tall and short. They’re both low-heeled and surprisingly comfortable. The short ones are my favorites. They have three buckles on the outside and make me feel like a badass. I call them my motorcycle boots. I have never actually been on a motorcycle, but that’s beside the point. They also remind me of Star Trek inspired fashion. I don’t know why, but I’m pretty sure Lt. Uhura would dig these boots. Captain Kirk might too, I don’t know.

The tall boots are the same kind that everyone else has, the sort of equestrian inspired type, but mine are awesome because they actually fit my fat calves. They’re from Lane Bryant, as are the short ones, so they’re made for a bigger woman. Thank goodness. They’re super cute with leggings (well, so are the short ones) and even skirts.

I do actually have one other pair of boots, but I never wear them. Why? Because they’re hiking boots and when would I hike? I mean, sure, I live in possibly the most inviting place in the world to hike, and the rugged terrain makes the boots really handy should I actually want to hit a trail, but, no, I don’t use them. I should though, I can see that.

I used to wear boots all the time, with purpose. The pair I brought with me to the Valley of the Sun were a well worn pair of Timberlands. They were warm and sturdy and had seen their share of cold weather. Once I moved away from the land of ice and snow I never wore them again.

I also had a pair of L.L. Bean boots, the kind with the brown rubber bottoms and leather on top. They were okay from the point of view that I was a very preppy girl at the time and they were very preppy boots (I’m pretty sure they were even featured in the Preppy Handbook), but they just weren’t warm enough. Rubber, people, think about it.

As a little kid I had crappy boots. This was long before Moon Boots were invented. I remember that we called these awful boots “shoe-boots” because you wore them instead of a shoe, rather than over one. They were some sort of nasty brown plastic-y material with a fuzzy lining and a zipper that wouldn’t always work right. Before that, it was rubber boots worn right over the shoes. You would have to stick your feet in bread bags first, though, so they would slide in and out of the boots. Mine were red.

Naturally, as I got older I resisted the crappy boots and hadn’t yet discovered the “cool” L.L. Bean boots, so I eschewed boots all together. I would wear sneakers and even clogs in the snow. What an idiot. I remember the snow getting into the clogs over and over and forming ice patties under my heels as I walked to school. Like I said, a complete idiot.

I did actually have boots in junior high school, but I didn’t want to wear them in the snow because I didn’t want to ruin the leather. I had a pair of sweet Thom McAn stacked heel round toed boots, that I bought (well, that my Mom bought) simply because my best friend had them. They were ugly. Later on I upgraded to a pair of equally brown, also stacked heel cowgirl boots that were only marginally less ugly. What was I thinking?

That was before my foray into New Wave. Yeah, I didn’t really foray very far, but I did have a pair of tan “elf” boots. Nobody called them that. Just me. I’m a dork. In my defense, though, I don’t think I ever said it out loud.

Later on, I bought myself a really nice pair of Nine West cowgirl boots, low heel, butter soft leather, and a leather strap around the ankle with a silver circle holding it together. No zipper either, real boots. I loved those boots and wore them for years. *Sigh*

My other favorite pair, and really the last pair that mattered until now, were my “witch” boots. Again, my term. I may have said this one out loud. I was in college by this point, and I was a foreign exchange student in England. It was the late eighties, and my wardrobe consisted of genie pants, long pencil skirts, and oversized sweaters. Of course I needed these plain black lace up booties (again, no zipper, I was a purist). Those boots took me all over England, across to Belgium, Switzerland, and Italy, and then over to Portugal. I was undercover in those boots, I didn’t look like an American, and since I was traveling alone, that’s the way I wanted it.  I kind of wish I had a pair just like them today.

I hope you enjoy my favorite Karaoke song, “These Boots Are Made for Walkin'” by Nancy Sinatra. Fabulous boots, a fabulous song, and check out those backup dancers, wow!

 

 


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Ten Things to be Happy About

Lila

That little dog makes me happier than she will ever know. She saved me when my world was fracturing. She knit us back together, the boy and me. He went from fearing dogs to loving a dog. I went from hurt and angry to focused on the absurdity of bringing a wild creature into our home with no experience. And she was wild. Those long long walks and trips to the park and weekly training sessions bonded us, all of us, and saved us.

Bright Colors

In art, on buildings, in clothing or decor – I love color. It makes me happy to see color. It reminds me of childhood and happiness and friendliness. Color is upbeat and inviting – you have to feel at least a little uplifted when you’re surrounded by color.

Digital Photo Frames

I didn’t think I would like having one of these, but I received one for a gift, and I love it. I love glancing up from my work and being transported, just for a moment, back in time. The carousel in London, my son’s sixth birthday party, an ocean view in Hawai’i, my boy and his cousins playing in the yard, me with a giant dessert at a friend’s party in Portland. How could I not enjoy that? I don’t have to dig out albums, and each of these precious memories is presented briefly enough that I don’t spend all day going down memory lane.

Good Food

Speaking of dessert… or any food really. I just love to eat. I love the flavors and textures of food. I love the memories made when sharing a meal. I love how food anchors you to a place and time, and by extension to people with whom you share those memories.

Sparkling Chandeliers

The light bouncing around seems to dance. The glitter and glow is both uplifting and soothing, particularly if the lights are dimmed. The refraction is like magic.

Campfires

The glow alone gives off comfort, but add to that warmth and the satisfying pop of the firewood and you’ve really got something. Then there’s the aroma – that scent of being outdoors that draws you near, as long as you aren’t in the path of the smoke. Finally there’s campfire food (of course). Delicious hot dogs, banana boats, and everyone’s favorite, S’mores.

Boat Rides

Going out on the water is one of my favorite things to do. I don’t care if it’s an ocean liner or a sailboat, I love going out on boats. Growing up, my dad had a sailboat, and it was great fun to sit up front and hope for waves big enough to splash over me. I feel at peace on the water. One of my favorite memories is whale watching in Cape Cod. The whales were magnificent, and the wind in my face as I stood in that coveted front position felt like freedom.

Swimming

A dip in the pool is my favorite way to cool off on a summer day. The water not only cools me, it buoys me. I feel supported without feeling constricted in any way. I float and admire the sky – then close my eyes and retreat into myself.

A Good Pen

It glides effortlessly across the paper leaving thoughts and emotions on the page. It records observations, data, and desires. It doesn’t fight the writer and it behaves exactly as it should, recording information for posterity.

First Class Airline Seats

Now granted I’ve never actually been in one, but I believe that if I ever get the chance to try one out it will make me happy. I like the idea of having a little extra space on the plane, as well as a little extra care from the crew. Getting off the place early at the end of the journey seems like a nice bonus as well.