Friday, January 9, 2015

. . .And A Pink Carnation

Most of you, I think, know that I grew up around horses and horse shows.  My father was Ringmaster at some shows, Announcer at others, Judge at still more.  And every weekend that there were some left over, I got extra show ribbons.  These aren't mine, but it's a fair representation of my room during show season:

The other things I would always get were Daddy's boutonnieres.  A fresh one each night of a show, and, virtually always a carnation.  To this day, the sight of a single carnation can make me tear up.  It was, therefore, a no-brainer when I saw these boots:
I'm well aware that these are probably actually peonies or something (I don't know from flowers).  But in my mind and in my heart, these are my Daddy's Carnation boots.

1 comment:

  1. You got me with these- thank you for the story. Hugs.

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