New Hip - - - New Boots

So.

I'm getting a new hip.


Hip replacement.  For real?


Jeeze Louise . . . 


Somehow I just can't think of myself as being old enough to need new body parts.


'Course, I do thank my lucky stars that I was never one of those people who would moan "oh my GAWD, I'm old!"  on every birthday.


I can't help but roll my eyes when I hear someone say this - especially when that poor old soul is like 40 years old.  


I mean . . .



Bless his/her heart.



I'm 69, so I guess I need to face up to the fact that it is, indeed, time to start replacing tired old joints.

If it helps me walk better and refrain from moaning, "GAWD, I am old . . . " so be it.


I mean (in case you hadn't heard), I'm going back to Paris!  Paris is no place to be if you can't walk.  And walk.  And walk . . .


Including a LOT of stairs.


But anyway . . .


Since I'm one who can rationalize anything, hip replacement surgery sent me scurrying for new boots.


New hip.  New boots.


Why?  Hell, I don't know.


Any excuse for new boots maybe.


What did I find?


Welllllll, lemme tell ya.


I found Sam Edelman black velvet thigh high boots.


AND, they were on sale.  


A very very good sale . . . 


And, if you like 'em, I'll tell you where I found them.

Like 'em?

Then run run run here and buy you some new boots - even if you aren't getting a new hip!