Clueless and His Moonboots--How it Began!

Greetings!
We've had a response from "Clueless in Seattle" regarding the acquisition of his moonboots in answer to one of your comments.  Before we go there, I have a couple of other updates/announcements.

• Please continue praying for "Prisoner" as she makes strides.
• "Kayaker" hasn't made a decision yet--may have an injury.
• If you go to the bottom of the blog, (I think you click on ATOM), you can sign up so comments will come directly to your in-box. 
• Updates on coNUNdrums are always welcome.  Several readers have emailed me to ask about various outcomes.  It's good to see when situations come full circle to resolution--with or without offbeat advice.
• Thank you for sending in your insights/advice and your coNUNdrums.  Whatever's on your heart/mind is a-okay.  You all have made blogging a rich experience--sometimes making me cry, and sometimes making me laugh.  I feel blessed to be in community with you. 
• Lastly, feel free to send the blog to your friends--I don't want to drain you of your coNUNdrums:)
• Not sure if that last bullet point came out as intended.

With no further ado, here is "Clueless" in his own poetic words--the self-deprecating humor, btw, made my day.  Thanks, Clueless--for this peek into your world.

Hi Lisa,
If there were ever to be picture of me in my coveralls and moon boots, it would have to appear as only a stick figure dutifully drawn on the walls of our barn by one of the horses. My wife, as keeper of the family heraldry, feels such images are best left to one’s imaginings.


That I do wear a cowboy hat can be seen in the attached photo – please note the boots on Krissy. She thinks moon boots make quite a fashionable statement (she is a mare) and wanted a pair of her own. Who knew I’d ever be a trend setter, but there it is. The only difference is that my moon boots (used for mowing and not for riding) are red, white and blue while hers are black. She insisted on this color – why, I’m not quite sure.

As far as the history of the moon boots, it was a time when I tried to get my family involved with cross-country skiing. The fact that we lived in Las Vegas at the time didn’t seem to factor into my reasoning. The boots were at Home Depot, they were on sale, the bold colors of red and blue would stand out in case we were ever lost in a blizzard. Besides, like a family crest, it would set our family apart and show us as a team – case closed. Four pairs of red, white and blue moon boots appeared under the tree for Christmas.


Holding one’s tact while opening gifts must be a trait inherited by my kids from their mom; I didn’t have a clue. Their eyes seemed wide, possibly a little dazed, but I chalked it up to being up early on Christmas morning. Since it was Vegas and no snow in the remote future, the boots were closeted and mostly forgotten. That is until we moved to the PNW where they (at least for me) found a new usefulness.


I have no idea where the rest of the family’s boots might be. But looking back, I have a sneaking suspicion that the three pair of identical looking boots I saw at our church’s bazaar for St. Vincent de Paul’s just before leaving Vegas, just might have been them.


So, there’s the history. As for the future: Argyle? Maybe in a tie. Those sandals with straps going up the legs? What keeps the straps up? Do you need to pin them to your shorts? Even I know that would look tacky.


I do have a pair of John Deere boots. Just have to remember not to wear them with the shorts because there would be another conundrum as to what socks to wear with them. I like the idea of the ankle socks – I even own a few pair, which I wear around the house as slippers.


I like the idea of being bold, too. As far as going bare-chested. No problem there as I have skinny hips and my pants are apt of fall down revealing more than I or anyone else would care to see. I could wear suspenders, I guess, but those tan lines would look kind of funny and difficult to explain in a communal shower with a bunch of guys after a workout at the gym.


Thanks for everybody's help. I’ve reached no conclusion, but the conNUNdrum just might resolve itself soon. I just noticed a couple of holes in the bottom of the moon boots (ten years old after all) and I know from past experience, even duct tape does little to keeping water out of shoes.


Sign me, Clueless.

The lines are open for you to thank "Clueless" for his update and picture--or give him any last minute advice.  Hope you all have a fabulous weekend.

All in Goodwill,
Lisa