Boots
Among the many things I miss about Kansas, one of my top ten objects is a good trusty pair of boots. They liven up a fall outfit, they’re useful during harvest, they’re what people at my home church look at. I had one dressy pair of boots, and three pairs of work boots. Girls think that the sound of walking with heels on sounds powerful, walk on pavement in a good solid pair of boots, that is the sound of power. The boots on the far left in the picture above are mine, they’re my dressy boots, the ones I wore to church, to my sister’s wedding, and what I wore to concerts to give handsy men a quick kick in the shin.
For some reason, I didn’t pack any of my boots when we moved to the island. Even though there isn’t much use for them here, there are days where I could use that pointy-toed confidence.
We just made plans to visit in the fall, and I am so excited to put on my hoodies, and wear my boots.
I know I sound crazy, I live on an island with perfect weather, I have worn jeans maybe 10 times in the 10 months we have lived here. I do love Hawaii, but I am a Kansan, and I am homesick.
