Taking a Break

Going to a festival for 4 days. Won't be posting, but will be photographing. Lots of pictures to come!

It Was Take Your Boots to Work Day - Did you Get the Memo?

Don't they look like they're saying "What the heck?! How'd this crazy thing get here?" Sometimes I crack myself up.

Rockin' The Boots in the Desert

Do you see why I love these boots? I mean really, they complete every outfit so well. And the dude? I have no idea who he is. I just saw his awesome red, white & blue getup and demanded a picture.

The Bad Dog & The Boots

Really wanted a picture of the bad dog wearing the boots. He would not cooperate. Go figure.

Pushin' Up Daisies

My poor uncle Ron. He's been buried and re-dug so many times I've lost count (every time we move). He resides in the back yard with the dead cat. It sounds creepy, but it's really rather endearing. Thought the boots looked mighty fine in front of the wooden headstone. Rest in Peace Uncle Ron.

The Boots Visit a Seattle Landmark

It was one of those beautiful Seattle days, where people come out of their homes and talk to each other again. The overlook was very busy. I was the crazy lady - not taking pictures of friends or cute babies in front of the skyline - just my beloved boots.

Boots - A Love Story

The story is epic, but I am tired. Picture is one day overdue. Story to come.

R.I.P. Boots

Warning - This may make you cry.

I cherish these boots. I cherish them so much that if the house was burning I'd run in and save them (after the family & dog of course).

I thought they made it in the house after burning man, but Steve discovered them in a bag that had been sitting outside since September. They are beyond redemption.

In recognition of the fine service these boots have provided, I will blog the story of them for the rest of February.

My tribute to "The Boots"