New Shoes

I don't know about you, but I love shoes. Amelda Marcos, right here! This is a sad and sorry fact about me. I love perusing the shoe sale racks at the mall. My secret passion that drives Construction Man crazy, as I try on each pair but never really buy any. I mean to say that I do buy shoes, but more functional ones really, as I only dream about the the fancy high heels and how they would look with my flowery dress, waltzing down the streets of Rome or Paris in the breeze of spring, on the right arm of my lover. (that'd be Construction Man, of course!)

My closet is full of flats, tennis shoes and cowgirl boots. All fully functional and comfortable. Life's too short to wear tight shoes.

We did notice the other day that Russ is a shoe hound too. He has many types of boots ranging from cowboy, to hunting, to steel toes. Too funny! He does a few pairs of sissy, preacher shoes as well. This is what his dad calls them. :)

Addy got new shoes yesterday. Her toes were so long and her first pair were worn right out. We got our money's worth on those. She did very well for her second shoeing. My farrier took his time as she put up quite a fight the first go'round with another guy. Duncan caused trust and acceptance on each foot-- especially her right hind, which is the difficult one. For some reason she just won't hold still on that hoof.

Her little feet looked so cute and nice when he was done, I just wanted to haul out the pink toenail polish and polish them. We all giggled when I suggested that. My horse shoer has two baby girls. The oldest being two, loves her toes and fingers polished.

I love new shoes. Might just have to buy me a pair and schedule that trip to Tuscany.

AnnaMarie--my farrier's oldest girl.