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Yes. New (used) Boots!

Thank you for noticing.

Alas poor Børn.

The only shoes I found that I could be comfortable in since I broke those Metatarsals, in 2019. 

Used from a thrift store up the road from my house, $16.

Yep HOUSED.  

Little peck little cheap cheap, if you heard otherwise IT’S A LIE. 

As is all the other really bad stuff you heard… most likely. 

(Figure it’s about time someone tells ya.)

[Liar is not gonna!  Lol  XD]

Don’t make me explain projection and transference again. 

>> Nope. I am Not on Tinder, (or any other dating sites) Not a cam girl-No go fund me. (Heck, I haven’t even turned on subs anywhere I post art... think I ready to sell smut?! you got to be kidding!! lol lmao. (…just a few more levels before monetization ON ART.) (I’d have to watch a lot more boring tutorials or face the hell of wiki fandom again.))  I’m Not hanging out at bars. Not looking for hook ups. Not a “side-piece.” Not a junkie/prostitute/addict. Not arrested >> EVER for Anything. (I don’t even have a speeding ticket on my record.) Not institutionalized. Not diseased. Not deceased.  

Whichever muck is fashionable for this season’s slinging.

And a last disclaimer

for the more interesting muck about “what ever became of what’s her name” 

I have never been a guest on the Ricky Lake nor the Maury Povich shows.

The Gossip about me is all together wrong!

Easily DISPROVEN.

And

At best only useful as comedy/dark satire/warped irony.

[Hint: Exes and Estranged Tox-Family are Not Reliable Sources.] 

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“I certainly haven’t been shopping for any new shoes

– And –

I certainly haven’t been spreading myself around

I still only travel by foot and by foot, it’s a slow climb

But I’m good at being uncomfortable so

I can’t stop changing all the time”  -Fiona Apple

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I picked up these $6 gems at Threads Of Hope, Crossville TN during my Feat/Expedition, after the zipper split right in the middle of the right boot of my then favorites.  Worse possible spot, ended up torquing my knee trying to get it off. 

Next day seeing me out hoe-ing >> In The Gardener Way (lol…)<<  with blue masking tape wrapping the calf region, my stepmom suggested a replacement plan.

I looked, found some neat shoes in the ladies section, boots being winter posh soft sole and fuzzy. Tempting, but doesn’t fit my need. I resorted to asking the clerk if the thrift had Hard Sole Boots, she excitedly told me there was a pair in the men’s section.

I could tell from the color, those aren’t men’s. 

[Confession: I love boots. The algorithm knows this and promenades the most ridiculous out of my budget beauties all day. That Color… that’s not on a men’s boot.]  The name on the bottom is Justin, and after a google inquiry the full name is Ladies 9” Nashvilles. And they fit like they were already mine! Like we’d been dancing together for a few years. 

And these girls are not afraid of work.  That heel hit the shovel step and the push was so natural a flex, no bends, pinches or gathers, so nice!!! I forgot my knee hurt.  

These boots were built for digging… and that’s just what I’ll do… 

It’s Kismet.

>>>>> Of course there is next level gear when you accomplish your feats!

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