My longing for my very own pair of cowboy boot slippers began on Tanner's birthday last year. He got some from his Gran and I confiscated them and wore the size 12 heaters around the house all winter long. They were perfect in my Tanner inflicted sub-zero house. I loved them! Well, I loved them until one fateful day in February when I was running up the stairs and the oversized toe of the boot caught the edge of the stair and I fell flat on my face in the landing. After that painful day I never placed them on my feet again.
I had partially, but not completely, forgotten about them until last week when I was in Red Lodge, Montana. I passed a western style shop and a pair of the beauties caught my eye from the window. My warm memories came flooding back and I had to have them! I must say that they were very overpriced but that didn't hold me back, unfortunately Tanner did. I didn't give up without a fight...but I didn't go home with them either.
We stopped at Gran & Gramp's on our way back to Utah to say goodbye and out walks Gran with a belated gift for my birthday. I think all stories should have a happy ending and thankfully this one does. I opened the specially wrapped package and to my surprise Gran knew exactly what my heart desired. It was a pair of size 6, pink, cowgirl boot slippers. I couldn't have been happier. Thanks Gran!