When I was young, my best friend and I got in a decent amount of trouble. Not like the bad kind, just the kind that annoyed the crap out of our moms enough for them to not like it when we hung out. True love always wins though, so the two of us were inseparable. We had decided that our true calling was to become detectives. After reading way too many mystery books, we just knew that we were born to be mystery solvers.
When we went out to stores, we would take turns pretending to steal stuff and the other one would be the detective that would solve the mystery. My mom REALLY hated this game. We thought there was something fishy going down at the house around the block from mine, so we went ahead and sifted through their mail for them. (I’m pretty sure my mom still doesn’t know about this). Then, the real MYSTERY happened. One day, we came upon a convertible parked in the mobile home park where I lived. Now to a child, convertibles are like the Batmobile. Unless you knew someone who had one, or had one yourself, I mean COME ON. Those cars were like the baddest and most awesome cars in the WHOLE WORLD.
Then we saw it. Right in the backseat of this amazing vehicle was a MANNEQUIN HAND. We were mesmerized. Almost as though we had literally come across a car with a REAL SEVERED HAND, we were like shivering with excitement, fear, and MYSTERY. Naturally, we took it out of the car. (To this day, I still have no idea what on EARTH we were thinking…I never in my life stole anything, I was QUITE the good girl, and had no desire to break rules. I think we thought we were doing this for the good of the planet, because otherwise we never would have done this.) I honestly can’t remember what we did with the hand. I think we just left it near the car and booked it on back to my house because we were so overcome with this true crime we had solved. We were the world’s worst, most trouble causing detectives. But boy did we have fun.
Good friends are hard to find. Like the kind of friend you have shenanigans with…maybe not looking through people’s mail or pretending to shoplift…but like the kind of friend you can truly enjoy and have fun with no matter what.
I met Jessica on Instagram and right away I knew she was the kind of real friend who just has that quality about her that you can’t fake. I haven’t had the privilege of meeting her in person yet, but I plan to soon. She’s one of the most brave, joyful, and creative women I’ve met, and I just love her. She repurposes boots, so naturally, she took on my crazy boot requests and made the most AMAZING pair of fur boots I’ve seen yet.
She took vintage Tony Llama grey marbled boots (the prettiest I’ve ever seen) and covered them with fur. The detail is fabulous and when it’s not so muddy outside I’ll be posting more up close shots of them, but you can see in these pictures just how incredible they are. She does fringe ones, lace ones…you name it. She’s amazing. These boots are so precious to me for so many reasons…one is that I love her and the other is that dude…even if she wasn’t my friend I’d be singing songs about these boots all day long anyway! Find her at Hillbilly Gypsy Boots and she takes custom requests (even weird ones trust me! :).
Happy Monday. I hope you have a friend you can steal a mannequin hand with :)