My sister and I each got a new pair of shoes while I was back in Houston for Christmas. You'd never guess which girl lives in New York and which in Houston...or maybe you would, if you'd seen all the girlies running around New York in their cowboy boots and miniskirts.
I have had my old cowboy boots for fifteen (fifteen!) years. They began life as my mother's, but I appropriated them pretty quickly. A few dozen too many tromps through the rain and snow have pretty much worn them out; thank goodness for these new ones, which feel practically like they have orthotics in them compared to the others.
This is the Hot Damn! schnapps she spent this Christmas urging me to take shots of (for the record, I think I caved at 5pm on Christmas day, and it wasn't the worst thing that ever happened to me):
And this is the nut she left out for Santa on Christmas Eve:
We did some nice cooking, but I was just kind of enjoying being home, so you'll have to take my word for it.