My Boots: Nancy Sinatra and Roy Rogers
I bought these cowboy boots to go to a rehearsal dinner at the Bellmeade Plantation for a young women who is now an OB-GYN in Northern California and the mother of two. The wedding took.
The boots took too. They are Rocketbusters. When I wear them under long black gowns to balls my feet never get tired. Because the toes are pointy and black people rarely guess, unless I lift my skirt, that I’m wearing boots. I usually wear these boots from mid September through February, just about the same season old fashioned southern ladies and me wear velvet. As long as I can walk, I hope to keep wearing these boots and black velvet shirts that part of the year.
I have only ever loved one other pair of boots. Previous to my black and red and green cowboy boots, I owned white gogo boots. They had thin soles. They were flimsy, designed for discos not Detroit sidewalks. I was given the boots in Detroit but I wore them most significantly in Washington, D.C. Half way through third grade, I wore those boots in a gymnasium auditorium school performance. Girls in Mrs. Placide Robert’s class danced to Nancy Sinatra’s biggest hit, “These Boots Were Made for Walking” and I did "the pony" off the stage.
When I sang “get ready boots, start walking," I was talking about walking back to Daddy and Detroit and away from a wicked witch in Washington.