It was, the biggest box under the Christmas tree. Size thirteen, chocolate brown harness boots fresh from the Sundance outlet (and I am sorry, if you don’t have the Sundance outlet in your town).
Alas, despite their astonishing length, they were too small for Erik; he returned them and chose to be present-less in exchange for the thrill of putting some $$ back on the credit card. But in February, when Mary received a miniature pair of the exact same boots for a catalog shoot he went straight to the store and special-ordered a pair in size 14.
If only he could wear a skirt too and fully show them off.
Since then, my westerners make a point to wear their twin boots as often as possible. And as the sun was setting, I finally caught a few frames.
Because it never was about the boots.