Betsy Robinson, author of funny literary stories about flawed people, is a perpetual seeker of truth.

From books to music to theater and fine art, from online TV to DVDs, this blog takes a look at current culture through a spiritual perspective — with a touch of humor.

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Notes from a Crusty Seeker

Why Michelle Obama Would Like My Ladybug Boots

January 22, 2009

Tags: fun

Michelle Obama would like my ladybug boots because their pop-up insect eyes make everybody smile and they were not very expensive, which is probably why they split this morning, rendering them dead.



So this is not only a fashion blog on fun rubber boots, but it is a eulogy for the same.

I loved my ladybug boots. I bought them to cover a story in Vermont during peak mud season. When my contact there warned me to bring mud boots, I rushed to my local Tiptop store looking for the cheapest ones they had. When I spied these, I smiled.

“Do you have those in adult sizes?” I asked the shoe guy.

“Those are adult sizes!” he told me, annoyed.

“Ah,” I answered, surveying the other pair in green frog. “Have you been selling a lot of these?”

The Tiptop man shrugged. He was clearly in a very bad mood, so I helped myself, paid for my boots, and left.

I loved my ladybug boots even though they didn’t really fit. I bought inserts for arch support, which made them too snug for thick socks, but that didn’t matter. Rubber is surprisingly warm, and I felt happy every time I put them on, and that happiness spread throughout my body.

I loved my ladybug boots even though they had a short life. Not even a year. Because of them, I splashed through puddles like a four-year-old. I stomped through snowdrifts. I purposely slogged through muddy bogs, knowing my feet would be protected.

I’ll bet Michelle Obama would have liked to have worn my ladybug boots instead of high heels the day of the inauguration. I know they would have messed up her ensemble, but they would have been a whole lot easier to walk in, and something tells me she would have enjoyed the idea.

I like to think Michelle Obama and my ladybug boots and I have a lot in common — even though I’m not black or nearly six feet tall or fashionable or the first lady, and my boots are now dead. What we have in common is fun. True fun. Our fun quotient is the same. Not to mention that my boots match my dog in her red and black coat with our red leash, and everybody knows the first lady likes dogs.

So, requiescat, dear ladybug boots.

And long live Michelle Obama, the funnest, most fashionable first lady in many a moon!











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Big Moose Prize-winning novel
a funny, sometimes sad, story of negotiating life without a clue

New on Kindle--a funny book for foodies who are committed to self-change through self-awareness
an epistolary memoir ... sort of
A funny and moving little book for anyone who's had a mother or struggled with being human.
anthology of stories and plays
includes Darleen Dances and stories below

play
1-act play

short story
the problem with worrying about the future

true story
Why I don't believe in death.

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