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These boots are made for wearing

 I have terrible feet. I discovered several years ago, that my feet are happiest in men's cowboy boots. I buy most of my boots at online auctions.

Several months ago I purchased an almost new pair of boots. They are incredibly comfortable.


My feet feel good every time I put them on. Unfortunately, I really hate the color. The grey/white leather reminds me of the pretend boots that my neighborhood friends used to wear over their shoes on Halloween when they were dressing up as drum majorettes.

Majorette costume.  I lived in a Catholic neighborhood and my friends were  generally the fifth or eight or eleventh child in their family so the white plastic spats that covered their shoes when they showed up on Halloween were grey, dirty and cracked. My boots felt good  but every time I wore them I thought about Meggie or Beth Ann or Ann Marie or Mary in their sad majorette spats.

A while back I discovered the wonders of Tarrago self shine shoe polish which also works as a leather dye.


Earlier this summer I dyed  some olive green leather black with the shoe polish and used it to patch a beloved pair of boots. It was quick and easy to apply the color and it has lasted pretty well.



After mulling over my drum majorette evoking boots for a few months I decided to get the same polish in red. I have always loved wearing red shoes. I had had a wonderful pair of red Lucchese boots but unfortunately they had to get left behind in Ashkelon after our speedy departure after October 7. My grey boots would be wearable in red although not quite as fabulous as Lucchese boots.



It took several layers of the polish to get the coverage I was hoping for. I think that the black polish is more highly pigmented. For a little while I thought that perhaps I had created a disaster.

in possible disaster mode


But after a few more layers of the red polish the boots began to look closer to what I was hoping for.



I will do a bit more touching up. This DIY adventure took most of the jar of polish.






I look forward to wearing them.


And two unrelated bonus topics:

First this loaf of bread. It's a semolina and poppyseed loaf with a fabulous shattering crust.


We ate some with dinner.


Secondly, I worked with neighbors in the building to decorate our lobby for Halloween. I asked people with country houses to bring branches. Yesterday, we made paper bats and autumn leaves.









We put the left over branches in a vase and decorated them.



All in all, it was a satisfying day.



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