Lucchese Classic Handmade Boots

I have admired and have worn Lucchese boots for decades. They are comfortable and very well-made.

Let me share a little bit about what I have learned about Lucchese boots from my own experience, and share some happiness with a new pair of Lucchese Classic handmade boots.

There are three lines of men’s Lucchese boots — the “1883” line, which is entry-level and priced accordingly. The “1883” boots are made with lower-grade leather, and are often soft and scuff easily. They look nice and feel good on the feet, but you get what you pay for — low-end, easily-damaged boots.

The middle line is called “Lucchese 2000.” These boots are well-made of more durable leathers. They cost a little bit more, but again, you get what you pay for. Pretty good boots for the money.

The top-of-the-line in the Lucchese brand are called “Lucchese Classics.” I have a number of these boots in my Lucchese cowboy boot collection. They are very comfortable, exceptionally durable, and are very well-made with lemonwood-pegged soles, steel shank, and other features that make them an excellent choice of long-wearing, exceptional footwear.

When you visit websites of vendors of Lucchese boots, the good ones will offer buyers the opportunity to specify specific heel and toe styles on Lucchese Classics, rather than take what comes standard. This is a way, then, to get high-end commercial cowboy boots made with some custom features. These boots are called Lucchese Classic Handmade Boots.

However, let me tell you, it takes a looooooong time to get handmade boots from Lucchese, but the results are worth the wait.

Last August, I was surfing around the Internet and found a price on a pair of Lucchese boots that I thought was a wrong price. It offered Lucchese Classic Goatskin Boots for half of what comparable prices were from other vendors. I contacted the vendor and asked if the price were correct, and received a reply confirming that it was.

I then asked if I could get a different heel and toe style than standard. Again, the reply was affirmative, and there was no extra charge. The only “fee” was time. The boots would have to be made by hand at the Lucchese factory in El Paso, Texas, and it could take a few months.

Well, a “few” months turned out to be six — but what I received last week were a stunning pair of handmade Lucchese classics that make me feel a bit “taller in the saddle.” (Or shall I say, “taller in the stride.”)

The boots are standard 13 inches (33cm) high, but the heel is two inches (5.1cm) high, instead of the usual 1.5 (3.8cm) inches. That half-inch (1.3cm) difference makes the feel of my stride different… more confident… tall. Funny how a little bit more height of a heel can make me feel that way.

I have tried wearing boots with even higher heels, but since I am such a natural klutz, I cannot wear them and manage to remain upright and stable. Honestly, I have no idea how women can wear those ultra-high heels on some of their shoes.

Anyway, these Lucchese Classic handmade boots are terrific, great-looking, and also great-feeling. I am proud to have them on my feet and part of my cowboy boot collection.

Life is short: wear quality boots (to work at the office, around town… anywhere!)

How to Wear Boots Untied

While I prefer boots that pull on or zip closed, I have some boots in my collection that have laces, and require tying. Boots with laces have a very rugged, masculine appearance — provided they are worn correctly (that is, laced up and tied.)

But there goes Google again, directing a visitor to my website. The visitor entered the question, “how to wear boots untied for men.”

Don’t believe me? See it here:

Aw come on, really?

I just betcha this was entered by a youngster. No adult man would wear boots that laced up without tying them. Not only do untied boots look silly, dorky, “uncool” and just plain stupid, wearing boots that way reflects poorly on the intellect of anyone who would wear them that way.

Untied boots are NOT a fashion statement. They are a statement that the wearer is lazy or doesn’t know how to tie shoes (boots).

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re sick of Mommy reminding you to tie your shoes (boots) so that you do not trip. But there is a reason why she did that — she cares about you.

Life is short: tie your boots. ‘nuf said.

Weird Winter

I am not complaining… we have had such an unusually warm winter, it’s been “riding season” all year long. Yesterday, it reached 57°F (14°C)… again, quite unusual for mid-February in the DC area. Just imagine, two years ago we were under mountains of snow!

After catching up on some much-needed rest yesterday, I put on my retro biker chaps, an old leather jacket, Chippewa ostrich motorcycle boots, and motored over to Mary’s home.

Mary is a fun-loving septuagenarian who wanted to go for a ride on my Harley, and make a “big splash” as she called it by arriving at the grocery store on the back of my bike at about the same time that she knew some other friends were going to be shopping there.

So I picked her up and got to the store at 2:30pm, arriving at the same time as her friends, as well as her minister from church.

There I am just being a regular ol’ biker with the most fun-loving “biker chick” on the back of my bike. It was a lot of fun. Kinda broke up my day from worries at home, while my partner was resting and being looked after by another senior pal, Anna.

Sorry, no photos of me with Mary… while she is adventuresome, I’m not sure how she would feel about showing up on a gay biker’s blog. The photo above was indeed taken yesterday, though… which proves my point that it was warm enough to ride in “mid-level” leathers.

Names were changed to protect the innocent LOL!

Life is short: show those you love how you love them, and fulfill dreams.

Back Home

I am happy to say that as of 7:30am this morning, I brought my partner back home. He was poked and prodded and interviewed and examined by 14 doctors — yep, 14 of them — all day yesterday. Another MRI and a spinal tap and other invasive, painful tests. Fortunately, he was under anesthesia for the worst of it.
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Beyond Pain…

My poor partner… his frightful medical situation is worse — so bad that I had to carry him, literally, to see his doctor yesterday. The doc wants him admitted to the hospital. No explanation for the intense, body-wide pain.
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Sialkot Must Be a Crazy Place

Name: [Pakistani Peddler]
Location: Sialkot, Pakistan

Dear Sir/Madam,

We would like to introduce you to our company. We are one great company with very good reputation in Pakistan and in the international market. This is due to our excellent quality products and economical rates. Our main object is to provide excellent quality products at reasonable prices every time when we deal our customers.

We are presently manufacturing all kinds of leather Jackets, Motorbike suits, Cordura jackets, Trousers, Gloves, Saddle bags and Vests. The Company has highly qualified staff at its back having vast experience in the manufacturing process and is maintaining quality tools to the International standards and specifications. Our main objectives are customer confidence, satisfaction, and to provide….
[cutoff as the message hit my max 1000 character limit]

Oh my goodness, this barrage from desperate Pakistani leather vendors continues.

At least once a week, sometimes more often, I receive a message much like this one which is an actual message that I received (except I deleted the name of the vendor and the link to its website). All of the messages that I receive originate from different people (based on IP addresses of the sender), but all are sent from the same location — Sialkot, Pakistan.

I imagine that this town must be bustling with people tearing the skin off cows and making garments from them. Obviously, internet access is widely available there. These guys find my website and quickly find my “write to me” page, and … there you have it. Another offer from a leather vendor anxious to find a U.S. bulk buyer for his goods.

… ain’t gonna happen with me. Pakistani leather is poorly made, often blemished, and is one of those things to which the American expression, “you get what you pay for” applies.

I have tried writing in Urdu on my “write to me” page saying, “if you are from Pakistan, do not write to me.” But that has not worked. I still have that statement on my “write to me” page, in English. That statement has stopped a few of them from writing to me, but not many. I figure most of them cannot read English, and are using an on-line translator to try to communicate with me (thus the reason for correct spelling but occasional inaccurate choice of words. On-line translators are known for that). I would love to see how they “deal customers”! LOL!

I have to give these Pakistani leather peddlers credit for their chutzpah (which is kinda funny, using a Hebrew word to describe a characteristic of people who are primarily Muslim, but this word is the most apropos. If they cannot understand English anyway, they will not read it here.)

But I do not want, will not buy, and am not interested in any leather goods from Pakistan.

If you have any ideas about how I can politely but firmly turn these guys away from my website before they write to me, I would love to hear from you.

Life is short: accept the consequences of owning a public website with leather gear on it.

Frosted

I rarely talk about politics on this blog. I feel that there is no topic that causes more controversy than politics … well, perhaps organized religion. Anyway, I am absolutely frosted by a two-faced lying jerk who convinced me to support his 2010 election for a first term in our State’s House of Delegates from the district in which my partner and I live.

Yesterday, a vote came up in a joint committee of our House of Delegates on marriage equality. How did this guy vote?

He “passed.” That is a coward’s way of not taking a position. No vote yes or no. He “passed.”

That jerk looked at me in my face when he was running for office and promised that he would vote for marriage equality. He gave me a convincing argument why he thought it was important and “the right thing to do.” He told me directly how important he thought it was for my partner and me to be able to marry.

However, last year when a bill to legalize same-sex marriage came up in our state’s legislature, he voted “no.” It came up again this year, and once again, he tucked his yellow tail between his legs and “passed.”

I have not been engaging in politics since the 2010 state election cycle because I got so “burned” and “burned out” in 2010 that I had enough, and promised myself not to get involved again. But come 2014 when state positions are up for election again, I do what I can to make sure this jerk’s term is OVER by informing hundreds of voters in this district that I know why they should not vote to re-elect him, and suggest an alternate candidate who has to be better.

I hate liars and hypocrites. Fortunately, most of the elected officials in local and state office are honest, hard-working, thoughtful people. We may not agree on everything, but at least when they tell me where they stand, they don’t do something else like vote the opposite in a place where it counts.

So, S.A., you’re history. I hope you slunk away under the rock from which you crawled and never darken this district again!

For My Valentine

Enjoy “our song” with us.

We heard JMM sing this tune (see video below) for us just a couple months after we met, and soon after the song was introduced. We were at Wolf Trap Farm Park, a national park music venue in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, DC, where he performed in June, 1993.

There we were, right in front, and he sang with such a soulful, melodic voice. My partner and I held each other, danced (a little bit) and vowed that whenever we marry, legally, this song will be played.

Share our joy today, our love, with a spirit of thanksgiving for the man who makes me whole.


Life is short: show those you love how you love them. Happy Valentines Day!

My Valentine Makes Our Kitchen Hot!

Valentine’s Day hype and hoopla aside, I still get mushy about this day and the relationship with my man, my hunky Valentine.

Each day of the year I find at least one way to show my partner how much I love him. Not only sharing words, but through deeds which demonstrate my love for the man who is my best half, best friend, and who means the world to me. From the day we met almost 19 years ago until this very moment, I love him deeply.

What am I doing on Valentine’s Day for my man?

Well, considering that Valentine’s Day falls on a weekday, we actually began the celebration, so-to-speak, yesterday. Before dawn, I felt my partner awaken, so I snuggled closely. I rested my head on his broad, strong shoulder. Using a remote, I opened the curtains that cover our floor-to-ceiling windows. Together we looked out the bedroom window and watched the sun turn the grey bark of the trees to bright gold.

We watched the large flock of cardinals who live year-round in our forest dot the tree branches much like Christmas ornaments, while sharing the colorful bird viewing with dots of yellow, green, and blue finches, and bright orange and black Baltimore Orioles.

My partner’s squirrels — his joyful forest companions — were being particularly “squirrelly” yesterday. They would run up-the-tree then down-the-tree then up-the-tree so fast, it was exhausting just to watch them! We laughed at watching the squirrels play “catch-me-if-you-can” and when I said that, my partner got playful. ‘nuf said.

I got up, put on my side-laced leather jeans with a comfy flannel shirt, along with my comfy full quill ostrich (foot) Chippewa harness boots. (Photo here taken later in the day, but illustrates the outfit.) I prepared a great breakfast of homemade waffles, fresh fruit, and a little bit of pancetta (which is unfortunately very high in sodium, so I have to limit it for my partner). Freshly squeezed carrot juice (yeah, another diet modification that my partner requires) completed the meal. (I had orange juice; I can’t fathom the taste of carrot juice.)

Later that morning, the doorbell rang. Standing on the front porch was a cute little guy with a big bouquet of flowers for me. I was non-plussed. I turned to my partner, and he was standing behind me, beaming at my delight with his gift. What a lucky man I am to be in love and to be loved by my best friend.

I had gotten my partner something completely different for Valentine’s Day. Many years ago, I had worked for several months in Columbia (South America) and while I was there, I purchased a very fine quality emerald. (Columbia is known for its emerald mining.) I found the jewel a few weeks ago when I was rummaging through my safe deposit box. I had forgotten about it. Anyway, I had the emerald set into a beautiful gold tie clasp. I gave this gift to my partner. He loved it!

By noon, I was doing my rounds of taking my five lovely ladies grocery shopping, which I do every Sunday. Yeah, there I am, in a leather jacket and jeans, escorting septua- and octogenerians throughout a grocery store, then carrying their bags of goodies for them inside their respective homes. Leather in public? No.big.deal.

When I arrived home, I returned to enjoying my partner’s company. On cold winter days especially, my partner and I love to create food. This time, we made pasta — homemade ravioli. It takes hours to do, and is an enjoyable activity in our large and spacious kitchen.

My partner enjoys helping me in the kitchen, but is such a distraction! Man, I almost ran my fingers through the pasta roller with him being all studly like that! He still has medical problems, but as you can see from this photo, he remains a hot man who heats up my kitchen without the stove even having to be on! Woof!

So what will I do tomorrow on “actual” Valentine’s Day? Really, not much. I have already given my partner his card and present. He has to go to work, and so do I. I will drive him to the Metro station, and hopefully he will be wearing his nice tie clasp with the suit he usually wears to work. I will go to work, work all day, then pick up my partner when he returns. Prepare a nice dinner (perhaps we will have steak)… and cuddle up with the man I love.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Life is short: show those you love how you love them.

Yucky Weather Rules Out Cowboy Boots

Yesterday, Saturday, the weather was particularly “yucky” — cold rain, with a little bit of heavy, wet snow. Not a real good day for a wedding, dress clothes, and leather-soled cowboy boots, so I made a last-minute boot change….

Because the sidewalks and streets were slick, and also since I am prone to tripping over a blade of grass, I decided not to wear slick leather-soled dress cowboy boots with my suit to attend the wedding. Instead, I pulled on my dress instep Dehner boots that have Vibram lug soles. With pants over them, they look so much like dress shoes that one of my cousins asked me point-blank, “have you resorted to wearing shoes now?” He knows that I do not wear shoes, and he was surprised that the boots I was wearing mimicked the appearance of good dress shoes. He was further shocked when I pulled up my pants leg to reveal how tall the boots were. (giggle.)

Since I skipped the wedding reception, I got home early in the afternoon, and accompanied my partner to see yet another medical specialist. My poor partner remains quite sick. He has lost 10 pounds, and didn’t need to lose that weight. We continue to pursue treatments to make him better. I have faith… pure faith… it will get better. It has to.

I also spent some time yesterday with a dear ol’ senior pal. This guy is someone with whom I occasionally meet along with some other senior pals ostensibly to play the game of Bocce. This is an Italian pastime. We don’t play as much as we talk, eat, and talk… but it’s a fun way for me to keep up on my Italian. Anyway, this ol’ pal called me on Friday to tell me that his wife died suddenly.

I rushed to his home on Friday afternoon and sat with him, listened to stories, and held his hand. He was so upset, but also in shock. I stayed with him until is daughter and four sons arrived. They live rather far away, but came as quickly as they could. I spent some more time with him yesterday, to let him know through actions and deeds that he is indeed loved. He’s a great man, and I am so sorry for his loss.

What did I wear to the doctor’s office and while visiting my senior pal? Lug-soled boots (Chippewa Firefighters) with a pair of leather jeans and a comfy flannel shirt. Anyone say anything? Nope…. NBD.

Saturday was a busy day for different reasons. Today, Sunday, promises some fun with my partner, to the degree he can tolerate it. I intend, as always, to…

…show the man I love how I love him.