Friday, October 1, 2010

Memory Lane Friday - New Shoes

Memory Lane Friday is a weekly blog carnival about your memories, to preserve them for your family.  All are welcome to link up.  This week's topic is new shoes.

I had a hard time picking a story to tell.  Should I write about my beloved purple Kangaroos I got when I was seven?  They had a tiny zipper pocket to slip a penny into.  Or how about my hot pink jelly shoes in 5th grade?  And how dirty and smelly they got during the summer?

In the end, I decided to blog about my tall boots.  As a kid, when I first started showing hunters, I wore
jodphurs with paddock boots.  When you reach a certain age, though, you outgrow your jodphurs and are expected to make the switch to tall boots and breeches.  This happened for me around age 13.  The formal black boots are expensive, so when another girl at the barn had gotten a little too chunky in the calves for her custom Effinghams, we jumped at the chance to buy them.

And so began weeks of torment for me.  Even though Joanna had been riding in the Effinghams, they were still practically new, and not broken in sufficiently.  Just getting them on was a nightmare.  You use boot pulls, these hooks that tuck inside the boots, to help you pull them on.  In addition, I had to use a boot slicking spray, sprayed inside the boot, to help them slide on.  They were that tight!  Then I also had to use a boot stretch spray.  This helped the boots to stretch with wear and use, so that they would conform to my legs.

Here is a picture of me, riding Chico, at one of my early tall boots shows.  Note that my foot is not supposed to be turned out that much (although I can't blame the boots - this was one of my 'bad' riding habits):


The first couple of times I rode in these boots, the entire back of my heel peeled off in extreme blistering.  They were also slanted, so that it was difficult to walk in them (angled so that they would be ergonomic for riding).  Finally, eventually, the Effinghams did at last break in.  In retrospect, I think part of it may have been the cut of this particular boot.  I outgrew the Effinghams in college and purchased a new pair - didn't have a bit of trouble breaking them in!

If you'd like to participate in Memory Lane Friday, you can grab my button off the sidebar and link up here:
Be sure to go visit others' blogs if you get a chance.  Next week does not a have a theme.

5 comments:

Sonya Heilmann said...

When I first saw that you were writing about your tall boots, I immediately scrolled down to see if you included a photo of Chico!

And then I thought, "Yay, Chico!" LOL! The two gray Chicos bring back such good memories, don't they? (But not this particular boot memory, though.)

Oh, man! That sounds like a painful breaking in period!

I had a period of discomfort when breaking in a non-custom pair of Dehners (sp?) but not THAT painful.

Glad your next pair was easy to break in.

Nicole said...

I remember how those jelly shoes got so stinky in the summer! ewww....
Cute boots but OW on the blisters and everything else to break them in! Glad your feet stayed the same size for that long! lol
I went through 3 shoe sizes from that age until college!!

Chicken Wrangler said...

Interesting story. Dad bought me riding boots, and I remember thinking how pricey they were - $25 back then! My instructor told me to wear them and walk around the block, to get the bottoms scuffed up so my foot would not slide around in the stirrups in order to keep my leg position. I was pleased as punch at 11 yrs old to wear them around the neighborhood - felt like a big shot!

Myya said...

Ouch! Ahhh how I remember the Kangaroos & the Jelly's though... I LOVED my jelly's!!!

Kimberlee said...

Gotta love those old jumping shoots. Makes you realize that you think you were hot stuff, but glad you didn't send them into PH for George Morris to critque, LOL!
~Kimberlee
www.TheSpunkyDiva.com