Are you ready to get into your skinny jeans? Boots is here to break it down for you.

life is too short.jpgYour Coffee Connoisseur and Boots Authority, Boots the Badass Coffee Babe here . . . just sitting and watching the dragonflies trace a glittery pattern across the blue September sky.  And in between dragonfly sightings, I am thinking about my next new pair of boots and dreaming about the perfect-fitting pair of jeans for winter.  I am here to say that the weather is definitely changing and so, by turn, shall my seasonal wardrobe.  After all, winter is coming, and it’s time to replace these cute and kicky, summery mini-skirts for some badass jeans.

While shopping for a fancy new pair of boots a few days ago, I overheard two women talking.  You could tell they were long-time friends, judging by the critique and counsel that they were dishing out to each other: You already have two pairs of those in your closet.  Why do you want a third pair? . . . Those make your feet look too long . . . Your calves are going to split the seams of those boots.  They’re too narrow.  It was a brutal, but honest, exchange that was a testimony to how long these two had been friends or sisters.  My bet was on sisters.

Honesty is a good friend when we most need it and . . . well, there was no lack of it between these two.  I have to confess to a certain enjoyment of their banter.  Like there was an agreement that there were to be no holds barred during this shopping venture.   After all, there are times when we just can’t see our own fashion blunders and we need the fashion police to intervene on our behalf.

The one woman was on a roll and was saying that the #1 reason women love buying shoes and handbags so much is that shoes and handbags always fit.  It’s so easy to gain that five pounds from snacking your way through those late night binge watching sessions of The Blacklist . . . or that ten pounds from that trip through Italy . . . or that 15 pounds from not going to your spinning class for three months.  In short, all of these activities cost you big time in the weight department when it comes to getting on the scale.  Even I, Boots the Badass Coffee Babe and Wrangler Par Excellence, pack on a few pounds when I tuck myself into the cabin alongside the cookstove with a good book for the winter.  In short: weight happens.  And the beauty of shoes and handbags?  They will remain loyal and fit no matter what your weight status happens to be.

I agree with these two salty shoppers that shoes, boots, and handbags are our friends.  But I am also thinking that the two legs of our pair of jeans are our in-home equivalent of these Two Honest Sisters.  Our jeans just don’t lie.  They fit or they don’t.  What was once a pair of our Skinny Jeans could possibly now be our Impossible Dream Jeans.  It saddens us when our beloved jeans get bumped into a new category.  The truth hits hard when we opt for those expensive yoga pants, rather than slipping into that cute pair of Levi’s.  Case closed.  We’re busted.

I think we all have our different categories for jeans.  Here are my top ten categories . . . and believe me, I have at least one pair for every category:

  1. Baggy, Uni-sex Pants: expensive yoga pants, jeggings, leggings, cute pajama bottoms
  2. Cut Your Losses & Donate
  3. Dream the Impossible Dream 
  4. The Beauty of Spanx
  5. Not Quite Yet
  6. Getting closer.
  7. Ugly but Wearable Options
  8. Almost There — just mildly uncomfortable
  9. Feeling Pretty Sassy
  10. Happiness is Skinny Jeans
  • Do you relate to any of these categories?
  • What are some of your categories that aren’t on this list?
  • Could you use some encouragement in the Jeans Department?  Winter cometh and I think we could all use a little help.

Well, Boots is here to help with encouragement.  If you would like to receive affirmations, tips, recipes, and advice via email, just subscribe below to the Jeans Cupboard.

Join the fun!  It’s not about stressing.  It’s about feeling good inside of your own skin . . . not the denim.  In the comments section of these posts, share with us what is and isn’t working for you to jump to a different category of jeans.  We all could use some encouraging words, right?

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The Cutest Rain Boots Ever for Dresses, Jeans, & Fall Puddles

free-imagesBoots here . . . and it has been waaaaaay too long since we have talked boots!  It’s time to take a break from coffee and make today all about boots!  I can sure tell that the weather is changing, and it’s time to pull my boots out from the back of the barn.

You must check out these puddle jumpers for the upcoming puddle season.  If you live in the desert, go ahead and look anyway.  They are so cute that they will make you smile, even while knowing that you will never be able to wear them in your arid climate.  That’s the thing about boots — they need not offer any practicality while making us happy.

I don’t think that there has ever been a pair of boots that I didn’t like, but these boots below are especially cute.  Have fun shopping!  Here is just a sample of the cute colors that these boots come in.  Click on the image or the link and when you see the selection, scroll over the colors.  You are sure to get enjoyment from just window shopping!

And the best part?  They are reasonably priced!

Nomad Women’s Puddles Rain Boot

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Some Fierce Boots & A Dearth of Spirituality

putting on fierce bootsI remember the time when someone told me that I was buying way too many boots and heels . . . and that if I only spent the same amount of energy on my spiritual life as I did on buying new shoes, I would be a much happier person.  Yep.  Someone told me this as I was going through my urban coffee days — as a top-notch barista in a singularly-popular coffee shop, sporting a green apron and pushing beverages to the  Needy Uncaffeinated .

This good-advice person’s name was Ernest, and I took his advice as Ernest  being Earnest.  At the time, I appreciated Ernest’s insights.  After all, it isn’t often that someone tells you at the hand-off bar that you could use a whole lot more spirituality in your soul.   It’s the sort of thing that makes you stand up a little straighter and take notice of your foot apparel for that particular day.  And while Ernest certainly  hit one of the nails on the head, there were yet a whole lot more nails dotting the board a’waiting some serious banging.  It was a time of life when a whole lot of is were waiting to be dotted and a lot of ts were hoping to be crossed . . . in other words, I was experiencing Life just like everyone else — what with it being so uncertain and all.  The best word for that time of my life could be summed up as: Major Transition. and we all know that Periods of Transition can use a Goodly Dose of Imminent Spirituality.  

Transition.  Not a bad thing, transition.  I look back now, what with hindsight being so great and all,  and connect the Scattered Dots that have led me to today . . .  with Now being pretty darned great in comparison to Then.  Life has its moments and its cycles.  And I am the first to say that I am always glad when I am out of my Frail-Souled, Boot-Buying Paradigm.  However . . . please, let there be a however in this story’s moral.

Here’s the However: Ernest’s Sage Words aside, there is nothing wrong with feeling a moment of joy when buying and wearing a  super-cute pair of shoes or boots.  This little tale is in no way meant to serve as a warning to those of you who have a passion for buying Boots, Heels, or Sandals.  After all, the purchase of such items need not mean that your Soul is experiencing a Dearth of Integrity.  It just means that you have Fun wearing your boots.  Simple.  I have spent many a happy hour, fighting off the Challenges of Transition as I danced my boot heels into oblivion on the dance floor.

I think of Ernest on occasion — especially when I am looking in my Shoe Closet.  He was a kind soul who meant extremely well and who carried with him an Eye for Spirituality — and its Lack Therein.  He was a good person who could see Life Conflict written on me and who believed that putting those Boot Dollars into a 401K would have served me in a much better way.  Maybe Ernest was right.  I don’t know, but I do think that his heart was in the right place by speaking up and putting it out there.

Life is a lively event.  Wear your boots with fun in your heart, drink coffee, and get to it.

What’s stopping you?  xox Boots

As for the boots below . . . I want!

Ariat Women’s Unbridled Roper Western Cowboy Boot

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Ariat Women’s Showbaby Western Boot

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Ariat Women’s Fatbaby Heritage Vivid Western Cowboy Boot

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A Cup of Coffee, Freebird Boots, & Lynyrd Skynyrd

Good morning, People!  Yay for Thursday!

Grab a cup of coffee, scroll to the bottom of this post, click on the music link courtesy of the good Lynyrd Skynyrd, and check out these Thursday boots.  The Sadie boots and Mabel boots are especially cute!

Life is a lively event.  Pull on some boots, drink some coffee, and get to it.

What’s stopping you?

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These boots need no special occasion . . . they are for everyday fun.  Happy shopping!

Freebird Women’s Sabra Boot

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Freebird Women’s Sadie Boot

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Freebird Women’s Mabel Boot

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Freebird Women’s Phoenix Low Boot

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Freebird Women’s Belle Boot

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Freebird Women’s Chief Boot

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Freebird Women’s Sammi Boot

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Wowza Summer Booties to Start Your Monday!

Red, blue, tan, black, bone, taupe, brown, gray, and white! Fringe, straps, buckles, perforated, and lace!  Leather, vegan, eco-friendly!

Aren’t these booties darling?

Take a few minutes on this busy Monday morning at your desk to check out this splash of cuteness!

Your boot expert, xox Boots the Badass Coffee Babe

For a seriously fun fashion statement , , , these red boots are guaranteed to turn some heads.  Great with jeans, mini-skirts, and sundresses:


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For that darling floral sundress in your closet:


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For that flirty linen skirt that you haven’t worn for a while:


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These?  For anything and everything?  Love the look and the straps!


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For those summer colors that need a punch of bisque:


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Love this combination of lace and vegan-friendly materials in taupe-nubuck:


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These are just plain cute for a night on the dance floor doing the Boot Scootin’ Boogie:


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Cute, casual, simple:


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These are adorable!  The colors are just perfect for so many outfits.  And the style?  So classy . . . guaranteed to catch a compliment!


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Love this look with the Western toe, accented straps, and chunky heel:


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Just plain cute and darline with a floral sundress:


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These are so cute and feminine and love the heel:


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And here are some cute sundresses!


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Have a GREAT Monday!  Treat yourself to a new pair of summer boots and sundress!

Make your own sunshine. Drink some coffee. Be happy. What’s stopping you?

 

make your own sunshineWhat a great way to start a Friday morning — enjoying a cuppa Joe and listening to the fire crackling in the cookstove while the coffee boiler sweetens the air with caffeine molecules.  My kind of morning.

There is nothing like a rainy morning with a fire in the stove and a pot of coffee steaming its richness into the toasty cabin air.  The only thing that could make it more idyllic is a few loaves of bread baking in the oven.  These unassuming, humble pleasures.  They truly are what make for a full present moment.

I love the sound of rain on a tin roof.  The smell of wet wool sweaters.  Heck, I even like the smell of wet dog.  There is something just so comforting about being tucked inside on an unseasonably-cool, late spring morning.  The kind of morning that gives me the inspiration to pause and to appreciate life at its simplest.

cabin window rainAfter this crazy-wet week of wind, rain, and bluster, I made hay and created my own sunshine.  I painted and read and wrote and washed windows on the inside of the cabin.  I made a really good dinner that required more than one pot, and I folded some laundry.   I mucked out the barn, and I replaced the salt lick with a brand-spankin’ new one.  Yes, some days, it just feels good to attend to the quiet things.

enjoyIf it is raining where you are today — or if you feel a little dreary on the inside — create your own sunshine.  Do something out of the ordinary.  Take one step closer to completing that project you have been dreaming about.  Turn off your computer and call a friend.  Pour yourself another cup of coffee and curl up with your journal.  Go for a walk with a giant umbrella.  Rescue a few stranded worms.  Stomp happily and deliberately through a puddle.  When was the last time you intentionally got your pretty boots dirty?  What’s stopping you?

cute cup winking. fridayWhat’s stopping you?  The question that sounds so innocent and easy and, actually, involves a lot more than a one-word answer.  Today, I am pulling on my favorite pair of Wellys and I am going to go hunt some puddles.  Nothing stopping me today!

I couldn’t resist adding these fun and fanciful Wellys for your Friday (below).  Be it raining or shining, these boots are just the ones to have at the ready for some puddle-stomping fun.  And if you do encounter a puddle, do some serious damage!  What’s stopping you?

And are you missing the sound of the rain?   Do you now live in the desert and hearing raindrops?  Click on the video below.  Listen to the rain and relax.  Even better . . . go boot shopping while you listen.  [Yes, I am aiding and abetting.]  Rain boot shopping!  There are so many great styles that combine cuteness with function.  I finally broke down and bought a pair (the pink polka dot pair below) for going into town.  I feel pretty darned fancy and fun when I wear them, too!

Click on the images or the links below and do some daydreaming about what it would feel like to just let loose and have some spontaneous fun.  I am thinking that these boots are the perfect inspiration.  So cute!

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Oh, and attention all Seattle-ites!

Check out these nifty rain-boot socks!  I never cease to be amazed at how clever people are when it comes to thinking things up!

Fashion, function, and FUN!


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Happy muddy, puddle-stompin’ trails!  xox

Boots the Badass Coffee Babe

Time for Toddy, Woodsy Peeps!

Happy Monday!  Boots the Badass Coffee Babe here . . . to talk Toddy!

Mondays. coffeeHow many of you out there have tried Toddy Coffee?  If you have, you recall both the smooth and carmel-ly sweetness of this brew and the ease in its preparation.  If you haven’t tried Toddy, you are going to have to trust me, Boots the Badass Coffee Babe and expert on all things coffee: this is some seriously good coffee!

I remember going on a really crazy trip with one of my sisters.  We were traveling up the Oregon coast and she insisted that we stop and check out one of those cute Victorian-esque seaside towns that you love to hate.  You know the kind.  The sidewalks are narrow and overgrown with thorny rose bushes and stickery shrubberies.  Your fellow tourists are into cutthroat sidewalk chicken and think nothing of edging you out of the herd and into oncoming traffic.  Husbands are lagging.  Children are crying.  Dogs are peeing on the pansies.  Not exactly my idea of fun.

Toddy. image. milk pouring.After what felt like days of being on a forced march, I begged her for a break.  She agreed to seek refuge from the madding crowd and we went into an ice cream shop that smelled of vanilla waffle cones, cherry jubilee, and coffee, sweet coffee.  It was in this emporium we found the Font of Immaculate Conceptualized Toddy.  I confess: after trying Toddy, I was hooked.  It truly is delicious . . . and I learned that it is as easy as 1-2-3 to brew.

Toddy is brewed using a passive, cold-water brewing method that is ideal for the person who is super busy and who likes to repeatedly hit snooze in the morning; who doesn’t want to go to work uncaffeinated and who wants delicious coffee any time of day!

In this series, we are going to talk about

  1. Why Toddy Tastes So Good
  2. How to Brew Toddy and finally
  3. How to Drink Toddy.

Well, today is all about Why Toddy Tastes So Good.  First let me show you what a Toddy cold-brew pot looks like, and then we’ll go from there.  This will all make sense by the end of segment #2 on How to Brew Toddy.  By the time we get to How to Drink Toddy,  you are going to be so happy you’ll be dancing on the barista’s coffee bar and hooting out corny lyrics from an obscure cowboy song.    

Here is the Toddy Brewing Contraption before we go any further. You can click on the image to learn more about this Toddy maker:

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And here is why Toddy cold-brewed coffee tastes so good:

  • It’s designed to brew coffee with 67-percent less acid than coffee made with hot brew methods.
  • Patented cold brew system uses regular coffee beans to create super smooth hot coffee, but with no electricity required.
  • The Toddy Cold Brew System also makes tea, served hot or cold.
  • Set includes brewing container with handle, glass decanter with lid, 2 reusable filters, 1 rubber stopper, set of instructions, and recipe guide.
  • You get more out of your coffee beans, since the coffee concentrate stays fresh for up to 3 weeks.

Tummy sensitive to acid?  Out on the trail with limited access to flame or fuel?  Like your coffee hot and cold?  Penny pinching and wanting to extract the max from those coffee beans?  Brew some Toddy!  The process brews a less-acidic coffee.  It requires no electricity to brew.  You get more out of your beans.

Coffee beans are full of various oils and acids.  This is what gives coffee its delicious flavor.  Cold-brewed Toddy produces less acid and is much more concentrated that hot-brewed, which makes it a great way to make iced coffee.  Toddy will stay fresh in your refrigerator for 2 – 4 weeks — a blessing to all of you busy morning people!

During the winter months, I feel inclined to stick with a hot-brew method . . . but in the summer?  I am all about Toddy!  It is always good to go and, not only is it great for home coffee drinking, it is PERFECT for being out on the trail, on your boat, on a rock face, in a raft,  on blue water . . . you get the idea.  It is one of those brew methods that fits the bill for anywhere!

Fun, right?  Try this cold-brew system out this summer.  You’ll love the flavor profile and the convenience!  And while we are at it, check out these coffee grinders that will help you to get your beans ground perfectly for your Toddy Adventure!

Click on the images below to daydream about a new grinder!

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Stay tuned for BREWING TIPS: How to Brew Toddy in the next post.  Isn’t it fun to learn something new and delicious?  Isn’t it just a hot-damned hootenanny to be able to say, “I know a new way to brew the best-durned coffee!”?

Peep-Toe Boots, Hooker Barb, & Bullshitting Buck

Boots the Badass Coffee Babe here . . .

with some Peep-Toe Boots just for you!  That’s right.  Not pumps, but boots!

Just the name “Peep-Toe” is cute, don’t you think?   Peep-Toe pumps are worn by women who work  downtown.   Maybe girlfriends out for a luncheon.  Or maybe a first date at a coffee bar.  Or a pool party or a high-school reunion.  The connotation is something genteel and a little sophisticated and a little bit kicky, too.  A bit of casual chic polished up with a touch of class.  Peep-toes.  So much fun, right?

Well, for me, I can’t help but associate Peep-Toes with a woman named Barb.  It was the summer when I was working at a primitive fishing camp located on a remote and pristine lake at a high mountain lake.  It was the kind of camp that had no running water, no electricity, and no telephone.  The kind of place where the pack horses roamed with the deer and the dogs ran with the coyotes.  And where men came stag with nary a thought of bringing the womenfolk.

This camp was designed for tough, Bull-of-the-Woods, logger-woodsy types.  Hearty, plaid-shirted, maybe missing a finger or three from setting chains and cables in the woods.  Old-growth beards to match the old-growth trees that they had logged from the forest decades ago.  They wore stag pants, brown-and-white cotton monkey socks (the kind that were worn only in the summertime), and heavy, lace-up boots that defied all logic when worn in the middle of summer.   Hadn’t any of these fellas heard of flip-flops?  Jeez.

The men came up to the lake via a sweat-inspiring trail or by air.  To get there, you hiked up one hell of a trail and up and over a pretty tough pass or, if you had some dough to throw around, you could always “cheat” and fly in on the float plane.  The men arrived  with their “poles” — not rods — to catch rainbow trout.  Their backpacks and coolers were heavy-laden with beer, ham and cheese sandwiches, maybe an apple or banana for the more health-conscious, and worms for their hooks.

They traveled stag — meaning “No Women Allowed.”   They wanted to be able to belch and fart without censure while they fished and talked about politics, sports, and maybe even “the one that got away” (a previous gal pal from days gone by) with their buddies — all while rowing and floating serenely on the blue-green water.

Barb didn’t hike up the trail; rather, she arrived via floatplane.  And she was with her new guy, Buck.  Buck was one of the Regulars, the kind who flew in once a year to re-connect with his Inner Woodsman.  You could tell that Buck thought he was quite the catch.  Graying at the temples and still in possession of a full head of hair, Buck could bullshit with the Best of the Bulls.

After five minutes of bullshitting, any True Bull knew that Buck was not bonafide.  He had never been a chaser, a coiler, or a choker setter — let alone a bucker, faller, or climber.  Truth was, Buck worked for a non-profit in downtown Spokane, Washington, and probably only donned his hickory shirt, stag pants, and corks when he came to the lake to catch some trout.  But not a thing wrong with this.  Nothing at all.  Buck just wanted to lay some claim to his Inner-Woodsman.

This is the part of the story where I start to associate Peep-Toes with Lady Barb.  It was clear that Buck had not prepared Barb properly and truthfully for this particular foray into the wilderness.   (Remember: Buck was a real bullshitter.)  When Barb stepped out of the float plane, she was wearing white jeans, a white top, and the cutest little pair of tangerine and white striped Peep-Toes.  I am guessing that Barb thought that White-Knight Buck was whisking her away to some quaint and well-appointed fishing lodge in the mountains . . . a place where she could book a mani-pedi in the spa after she had a massage from a fully-bearded buckaroo named Billy.

And maybe Buck was happy to have led her along this particular garden path.  Or maybe Buck was just a bit thick and clueless.  Like I said, it was always really hard to tell with Buck.

The plane took off, and I got their boat ready . . . all the while Buck was jawing away at me.  How’s fishin’ this year?  How was the winter?  Snow get pretty high? When did the lake thaw?  Where are they biting this year?  This sort of thing.  Barb, clearly not feeling comfortable, asked me where the restroom was.  After giving her a rather complicated set of directions as to how to find the outhouse behind the main cabin up the hill from the dock, that was the last we saw of Barb for a while.  I finally asked Buck, “Do you think your lady friend is okay?”  But Buck just kept yakkin’ about trout and worms.

Eventually, Barb came picking her way back down the trail.  I couldn’t tell if she had found Ground Zero, but I wasn’t about to ask her.  It seemed indelicate.

Buck and Barb got in the boat tied to the dock and Buck started to get his fishing gear together.  He was in the middle seat — Rowing Position — and Barb made the error of choosing to sit in the bow of the boat.  “Damn, woman!” Buck growled. “I’m not gonna be able to row anywhere with your dead weight planted up there!”

Barb looked very confused, so I explained to Barb in plain English that it was easier to row the boat if the main weight was at the stern.  Hence, the mid-boat transfer began — Barb trip-trapping her way to the stern, doing her best to balance and stay inside the boat  — all while wearing those fancified wedge-heeled, Peep-Toe shoes.

[Nothing like adding a little Ginger-Rogers action to your fishing trip.  But it has to be said: Buck was no Fred Astaire.]

I have to hand it to Barb, as she was doing a damn good job of both trimming the boat and not tipping into the drink.  It was while she was stepping over the middle seat where Oblivious Buck was sitting that she caught Buck’s treble hook  . . . right in her you-know-where: the fork between her legs.

All of Barb’s wincing aside, I thought Buck was going to fall into the lake, he was laughing so hard.  The good news was that Buck had only caught her by the white of her jeans and nothing further.  Thank God.   While Buck and Barb were doing their dang-dest to remove the offending hook from Barb’s private area, Buck kept sputtering, “Damn!  Is it a keeper or a spawner?  A keeper or a spawner?”

I could tell that Barb did not have a fully-stocked fisherman’s lexicon in her brain, as she did not take any offense at the hint that she could be well past her prime as a Spawner — a fish that was only good for throwing back into the lake.  As I used to say when I was just a little tiny baby: Ignorance is bliss.  But I really had to hand it to Barb and give her an A+ for practicality.  While Buck was sputtering and exercising his pocket-fisherman wit, Barb whipped her pants down quicker than a pat of butter melts on a hot skillet.  Smart girl.  The hook extraction was more easily completed, and everyone was happy.  They left the dock, and I can’t really remember them saying if they caught any fish that day or not when they came back to catch the plane.

All of this.  And hence, the saga of Barb, Buck, the ill-placed fishing hook, and the tangerine-and-white Peep-Toe Shoes.

And as I am simply not ready to give up my boots for the summer, I am going for the next best thing: Peep-Toe Boots — in honor of hook-challenged Barb.  Are you with me here?  Here are some super-cute styles!  Have fun perusing and shopping and imagining the fun you are going to have in these shoes.   Not Hooker Barb-fun but real fun.

And Boots the Badass Coffee Babe’s advice for the day:

Never date a man named Buck.

Happy shopping!

P.S.  I always wanted to know what happened after Buck and Barb returned to Spokane.  Did they continue to date?  Did Buck get a cast-iron frying pan upside the head?  Did Barb trade in her pumps for some shit-kickers?  Inquiring minds and all that.

 

Think Big Boots & Strong Coffee

boots adventure milneThank you for opening the Cabin Door and putting on your Big Boots.  Let this adventure into the world of coffee begin.

And thank you for posting your comments, re-telling your stories, and sharing your own photos and quotes about coffee, boots, life, love, adventure . . .

And how do coffee and boots relate to one another?  I’m not exactly sure how to explain it but, like peanut butter and jelly, the combination has proven itself to be a good match in my life.  Maybe the world being a large and varied arena, it asks that we be ready to rock and roll — properly caffeinated and wearing the right boots.

one good cup deserves anotherAnd like coffee, one good adventure deserves another.  Some adventures are as homely and primitive as a cup of chewy cowboy coffee while others are as refined as the foam art on an award-winning latte.  No matter the presentation, caffeine is the workhorse that gets the job done.  Window dressing, or its lack therein, be damned.  Just give me my cup of Joe.  And let the adventure begin.

Coffee imitates life.  Or does life imitate coffee? Drink it one sip at a time.  Savor it.  Add some honey when it tastes a little bitter.  Zap it when it gets a little cold.  Share it with others.  Avoid the grounds that are certain to be lurking at the bottom of certain cups.  Stir it up if it is too hot to drink.  If its not robust, simply start over.  Don’t chase bad coffee with good coffee.  Offer it as a gesture of hospitality.  Sit down to drink it – who drinks coffee standing up?  Make time for that second cup.  Life is short, so drink it up.

Coffee is a little shot of love in a cup.  It is a social link that brings us together.  It is the Third Place in our social, professional, and academic worlds.  Its ritual defines the way we start our day.   The easiest way to say it?  Coffee just feels so darn good.  Stop and smell and savor the coffee.  One good cup deserves another.