March 14, 2014
Yeah, I think so.
I sure loved wearing mine, but these days I prefer boots I don't have to lace up. They also are cutest with dresses or skirts anyway and I don't find myself wearing either all that much anymore, at least in the winter. They remind me of when I worked in an office environment. Although I loved it when I was doing it I do not miss the alarm clock nor the deciding what to wear.
Some of you may have wondered where my posts have been. Well, my focus has been more on living than writing.
This past year I was hit up side of the head, or more accurately my hip, about my age. For several years I told myself the pain I'd feel in my right hip doing some yoga poses or sitting cross-legged was just something I had to put up with getting older. Then a year ago my leg started popping out of its socket creating a sudden weakness and pain before popping back in. Not good. During my annual physical I decided maybe I should bring it up. I am so glad I did! I will never tell myself again that pain is a given when getting older.
The realization was that many years of just doing aerobic activity was not enough. My muscles had gotten weak to the point of no longer protecting me from injury. In a very short amount of time I stopped the popping with strength and stretching exercises. Pilates and regular massage are my present and future and something I actually look forward to every week.
So what to do with these boots whose name speaks of age? They're getting donated in case there is some young lady that would like them, because they're not done making someone feel special.
However, my favorite lace-up boots will stay in my closet for awhile longer. They're a tall brown pair I found at Bon Marche in Paris on my husband's and my first visit many years ago. They are so well made and the only thing I bought in Paris! They're staying, because I see romance in them: the romance my husband and I share, as well as the romance of where these boots have stomped.
For me I was too old to wear granny boots when I realized I could be called a granny. Yikes! That ain't going to happen!