Friday night was date night with the Dearly Beloved, as is our wont this time of year we wandered out to the American Airlines Center for a Mavericks game. Granted it was pre-season so we had new Mavs and some bench on the floor, not as exciting as the regular season but interesting and fun. Dearly Beloved was simply happy they were playing someone other than San Antonio, he was safe I wasn’t cheering for the other team in a crowd of rabid Dallas fans, he wouldn’t be forced to defend himself or my honor!
One of the great perks of DB’s job is the frequency of free tickets to basketball games in great, yes really great seats. These are always on the Platinum Level of the American Airlines Center, center court. I can actually see the play and when I want to watch a close up the big monitor is right there, right in front of me. Love these seats. Basketball is one of the few sports, other than Boxing I truly enjoy live. Love the play, don’t know why this is but it just seems more graceful for some reason to me. Of course my favorite games are the Mavericks vs. Spurs, part of this is simply being able to annoy DB, he is so embarrassed by my enthusiastic joy when the Spurs score.
This is not the point of today’s post though, Friday night I had a true ‘Oh my great God in Heaven I am truly getting old!’
What brought me to this mortifying and horrifying thought in the midst of my fun outing with my handsome husband? It was these three things…
Get the point? See the problem? That’s right two of the new players are younger than my favorite Red Cowboy Boots and not by just a little bit! Ouch!
My favorite boots are twenty-nine years old. They have been boot scootin’ in honky tonks and sashaying about Texas and across the nation for all those years. They are still perfection, soft deer hide, wonderful detail and perfectly fit to my foot. I have resoled them once in those years. I still remember buying them and the man who took my foot prints, asked how high I wanted the heel and what kind of pull I wanted (I chose loops). I remember making the deposit, more than I had ever paid for any pair of shoes, ever and that was just the deposit! The smell of the shop, tanned leathers, cigarettes and whiskey. I remember talking about what I was going to wear my boots for, whether I was making a fashion statement, going dancing or planning to wear them every day for walk-abouts in town; these things mattered, who would have known. I chose though, all the things that were important and several weeks later my custom fit boots were ready. They were the most comfortable things I had ever put on my feet!
My favorite boots are twenty-nine years old. Who would have thought. The first time DB and I spent a real date weekend together we met in New York City for his birthday. It was nearly Christmas, snow on the ground and cold as get out (my thought what are we doing here we could be in the Bahamas). We stayed at the Marriott in Times Square, one of my past favorites in New York. Our first day venturing out into the city for a walk-about I threw on jeans, a thick sweater, my full length fur and of course my cowboy boots. Don’t hate, I am from Texas and still entirely politically incorrect, yes I still wear fur not going to stop wearing what I already own. DB looked at my boots in horror and said, “are you wearing those? What are they and why are you wearing them?”
I had to explain, both what they are and why I wear them. I did so with a smile, the first time at least. For thirteen years I have been trying to get him into a pair of custom-made Cowboy Boots without success. Oh well, I suspect this is one of our forever differences along with the ‘No Tattoos’ he has written in invisible ink across his forehead.
My favorite boots are older than the two rookie Mavericks. All I could say is “What the Hell!”
Dearly Beloved on the other hand, well he smiled and said, “it’s okay honey you are still beautiful and only get better with age”. I wonder, this must be why I continue to love him.
Twenty Nine Year Old Boots… Wow…
But don’t they look absolutely wicked?
lmao
I hope that you are enjoying a lovely time
this afternoon, here it is positively chilly and
there is a chance of snow on the morrow
Ahhhh well at least I can have fun trying to
stay off my ass
Be Wicked, be Naughty and
lol
above all Behave Yourself
Geoff xxx
I can just picture you in those red boots Val
and your man is right, you ladies always look
so damn sexy with or without them
Hey I meant with or without
lol
the boots cheeky, well maybe?
Have a funtastic rest of evening Val
Andro xxx
Thank you Androgoth, I think I needed your input here. Always most welcome and appreciated.
I will be calling in all the
lol
time, you wait and see
Geoff aka Andro xxx
And this is why I want to get on SURVIVOR. That show started 13 years ago. I was 32. I will be 45 in a few weeks. I still think I can rock it, but I’d love to find out. Meanwhile, my fave boots are from 1985. I wrote about how my new pair is pinching. Lord, is it really going to take five years to get these boots to feel comfortable? I have to consider this stuff now. I mean, I don’t want to wait five years for my things to fit. I want things to look good and feel good now. You know, like those hottie football players. Ouch. Sorry.
I am with you on all of that! No ouch, I am with you at least one of them is indeed at least is indeed very hot!
I have an old coat about that age. And I probably would have clothes that old, too, if they hadn’t fallen apart.
See, that is what I am talking about! Things we love, there is no reason to not wear them forever. But really, it is a bit disconcerting to find professional basketball players older than our favorite pieces of clothing.
Lovely looking boots, and glad to see they are ‘still walkin’ … You cant beat a good pair of real leather boots… Now I never owned a red pair.. I did own a green pair once upon a time along with a Green leather coat… now of course you are going back more than 29 yrs there..
… but remember them both like yesterday…. also a handbang a prized possession out of my meagre first time wages which wasnt leather, but leather look alike plastic!,, which my younger sisters rabbit chewed through the handle, good thing that chain belts were then in fashion and I was able to adapt my bag with a chain handle……
Hope you are Ok over where you are Val? thinking and sending your way..
Hugs Sue xxx
Am fine, thanks Sue. Coming to the end of the Silly Season and am grateful for it (never thought I would hear myself say anything like that).
Looking at the devastation Mother Nature wrought upon our Eastern Seaborne and wondering if even she wasn’t just trying to tell us, “shut up you nobs, pull yourselves together and start paying better attention!”
Worrying for my friends and family back east, but so far have heard from everyone and so my heart is lightened a bit.
Hope all is well with you.
LOL Val – I loved this post! I have a big “0″ birthday coming up and have had a few too many of these moments myself lately. So glad DB said the right thing.
He has to say the right thing, if he didn’t I would smack him one (kidding).
Honestly I haven’t ever run across having my boots be older than anything, at least not anything human that makes significantly more money than I do.
Better with age, indeed. Love the red boots, girl!
I try, the red boots kick it don’t they
Luckyyyyyyy! How wonderful to have a man who loves you like that. Also, how wonderful to be able to attend a Mav’s game with such awesome seats! I’m a huge Lakers fan, and I’m disgruntled that I won’t even get to watch a game on TV because they sold their TV viewing rights to the local LA TV station for sole game viewing-meaning, us Dish and Direct TV watchers are SOL unless the providers make them an offer they can’t refuse (pure capitalism at its finest). But, I digress…hee, hee….also, love, love, love the boots! My favorite pair of cowboy boots I bought in Vegas long before I ever knew I’d learn to ride horses. I just wanted a pair of “real” boots from a boot barn. They’ve been chewed on by my dogs, and the inner sole liners have since worn out, but I love them and certainly plan to own them and wear them forever (they are currently 13 years old-a tweenager). And, now that I ride, I wear them with even more pride. Great fun post-Valentine. XOXO-SWM
Lucky, indeed on the seats and Dearly Beloved.
My cowboy boots get treated with care. I have had them resoled and relined. But to preserve them I put a lining in the bottom, keeps the comfy and saves them. Might want to try it.
My dogs would die if they chewed on my favorite pair, others well they have had at them but not my red cowboy boots. No no no. I have a pair of riding boots, tougher leather. Thicker sole and a bit higher heel too. But when I rode I rode scrub a great deal, we needed protection.
Thanks for stopping by, glad you enjoyed.
Val
I have a boot fetish, but I can never afford the ones I want. Every time I go to the shoe store I visit this one special pair that I have been coveting. I have a photo of them as the wallpaper on my phone! If I ever get them I can see myself wearing them ALL the time, everywhere, forever and ever.
I love boots, booties and of course my cowboy boots. I saved for this pair and they were well worth it (obviously considering their age). I know all about coveting, believe me.
Read Huntress Extraordinaire in the Complete QBG, you will find out about my fetish
Yeah, you’re getting old but what else is there to do? Enjoy it. Keep going to basketball games and I challenge you to get on the court and shoot a basket in the middle of a game. Now, that’s riding the edge of being young and adventurous or old and senile. Depends on how you look at it.
I actually have a rule, it started on my 50th birthday. I am going backwards. Soon I will be able to blame my bad behavior on youthful indiscretion. That works you know?
Dearly Beloved is a gem! You wear those boots, lady, wherever you like. Whatever makes feet happy makes a woman happy!
Oh I do and will. He on the other hand will continue to tell me they are ugly, he has no taste in this regard. Love him anyway, you simply can’t transplant a Bahamian to Texas I guess and expect him to appreciate fine footwear
Stay safe, dry and warm my friend.
Oh dear. I once tried to work out how old my primary school teacher would be now. So I did the sums based around the fact she was probably in her early twenties at the time. So I subtracted and added and added some more.
Some things are just better left alone.
I would have, but then Cunningham was at the free throw line. There his baby face was and I mentioned he looked like a teenager, a baby. They must have heard me in the control booth, next thing I knew they were putting his stats on the big monitor…..’here are your new Mavericks!”
Damn, I mean really? You had to tell me he was barely old enough to go to a bar and order a drink? He was younger than my cowboy boots?
Then next came Crowder, at least he doesn’t look like his mother is still picking out his clothes! He has some fine locks and nice ink too.
Aww! What a sweetheart! Now that’s a keeper
And I love the boots, Valentine. You rock those
He now and again says the right thing, so I suppose I must keep him about to stroke my fragile ego. The boots, yeah those I must keep also!
How quickly time passes until something jumps out to mark the time, be it ball players or boots. I wish I still had my go-go boots–just to look at. I couldn’t wear them; they were WHITE!
Anyway, Valentine, add whatever you like to: “Lke a fine wine, so goes….
Keep having fun.
Yes, but NBA players who just reached the age they could actually legally enjoy that glass of fine wine in public…ack!
I had go-go boots also but I wasn’t nearly as enamored of them as I am my red cowboy boots.
Your Guy Is A KEEPER
) xx
You know, most days I suspect he is
You have 29 year-old red boots???? OK, whatever floats your boat … and I hope they last another 29!
Hey they are custom made cowboy boots Frank! You don’t throw these babies away. You treat them with love and respect.
Must be a SW thing, hmmm.
Really good boots can be handed down from generation to generation and go with anything! I think Kay Bailey Hutchinson wore boots with an inauguration gown – may have been red, I can’t remember. It is funny what comparisons make us feel old. And personally I think a younger man is just great!
My boots are fab! My daughter in law should inherit but her feet are larger than mine, oh well. I think I have many good years left and I will perhaps still be wearing them as a cranky old lady sitting on the porch with my ice tea.
You are right, younger men can be lovely.
I loved this.
Thanks! Sometimes somethings just need to be said you know.
I getcha on this one! I’m a Texan, too.
Love, love, love the red boots.
Thanks, me too. My Daddy had a pair of boots older than me. My brother inherited them. They are still being worn, like great boots should be! Dang, we do love our boots don’t we?
But really, it does hit you in the solar plexus when you see NBA players making more than all your assets are worth together and younger than your cowboy boots, sheet that is hard to take.
It sure is!
Then again, they’ll get there. They’ll have their turn to get old. (And even it they’re rich, they may never experience the wonderful joy of a great pair of cowboy boots.) Ha!
Well there is that.
Although I don’t own a pair of boots older than any NBA basketball players, I knew I was getting older the first time I used the phrase, “I’m old enough to be his mother!” Yes, that clock keeps ticking, but at least you’ve got your boots. And what fabulous boots they are!
They are fabulous aren’t they! I saw another pair recently I might need. Though not custom fit, they are nonetheless very close to really perfect cowgirl boots, hot pink and purple angle wings with really brilliantly done stitching. Great soft shaft and a 2.5 inch heel. I do show my Texan, don’t I?
Well, honestly? I am old enough to be my husbands mother which my MIL never fails to remind me. Bah
ROFL! I think you could be right.
Although, I have zero to add on the subject, as I have a few pairs of shoes older than I. It seems the babies are taking over the world. Whose idea was that?
*giggles*
<3
xxx
Not nice to laugh at us older folks (giggle).
What is up with this anyway?
C-O-N-spiracy, I say.