The Rebirth of my Dancing Boots......

Guess what he did this time?

He snuck my cowboy boots out of the house. Yesterday, I would assume. And dropped them at the cobbler downtown so that they could be remade into the remarkable specimens above.

Which would make more sense if I had a "before" picture but I do not.

You can see inside the color that they used to be. Add to that seven years of climbing fences, walking in the surf, wrestling cows, cleaning port-o-potties and a bazillion dance hours and they were pretty pathetic looking. Scuffed, cracked, faded.

But still comfy with lots of life.

They are sporting new soles, new rubber heels (less noise when in the grocery store), a beautiful conditioning job and that lovely new color.

I love my boots.

Even more than I used to.

Such a sweetheart.