Friday, May 6, 2016

These Boots Weren't Made for Walkin'...

The boots in the song may have been made for walkin', 
but this pair was made for ridin'!

Well, until I got a hold of them, anyway.

A year or more ago I went to the thrift store and found a pair of boots.
I seem to be good at that.
This pair was a pretty plain brown, nothing fancy, but also,
nothing wrong with them.
I bought them.
I brought them home.
I wore then when I rode my horse.

But then I bought another pair, and another, 
and soon I realized I wasn't wearing that brown pair any longer.

So I painted them.

I'd never painted boots before, so I went straight to Google and asked for help.
Grab some spray paint, the ladies said, and apply 2-3 coats.
It will be okay, they said.

And so I did.

I sprayed them tan.  
And then I grabbed some leather paint and painted the turquoise.
That's what I did.

But that seemed boring.
So I did more.

I used an antiquing gel and rubbed it all over the boots.
You can use a brown paint or stain to get the same effect.

Now my boots looked better.  
Not so...clean.

But sometimes...well...

Sometimes you just get a bee in your bonnet and go just a

And you lop off the tops of the boots!

NOW these boots are made for walkin', 
and that's just what I'll do,
one of these days these boots are gonna
walk on down to the thrift store and help me buy more boots....

Happy Trails!
Cowgirl Shepherd

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Ice Cream?

Each winter, the North Cascades Pass closes, preventing travelers from using the pass to travel from the east to the west, or vice versa, along highway 20.  

Skiers and Hikers moan and mourn, and those of us who want ice cream can hardly contain our excitement when we hear the pass is open again each spring.

Yes, you read that right. We cross the pass to get ice cream.

It all started when I was a kid.  My folks would load my sister and I up into the car each spring and celebrate the opening of the pass by traveling from the West side to the East side.  Also known as the Wet Side to the Dry Side.

The road leads you up into the mountains to roughly 5800 feet, and winds back down into the Methow Valley some three and a half hours later.  For a kid, that's a pretty long drive when the only scenery is trees and mountain range.

Cars packed every possible inch of roadside where there was enough room to pull off.  Actually, in some cases, they were parked on the road.  But no one cared much.  The pass was open!  Everyone was in a good mood as they traveled either Wet or Dry.  Winters are long in the northwest.  Spring is to be celebrated, and for those of us coming from the Wet, it meant the inaugural trip to the town of Winthrop...and ice cream. 

Tall, mountainous rocks jut up at the top of the pass, looming above the evergreen trees our state is known for. 

My mother was always fond of the Liberty Bell rock.
As kids?  We didn't care.  We wanted ice cream.
As an adult?  I take pictures!

 Every journey has it's reward, though.  
With just over 150 miles of mountainous terrain covered, 
we would reach our destination and the prize that awaited...

Ice Cream!

And then?  We'd turn around and head back home.

Happy Travels!
Cowgirl Shepherd

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Splish Splash...Wanna Take a Bath

No doubt I could easily live with ANY of the options here.


Give me a tub with a fireplace, though, and I'll follow you anywhere!

Well, no, not really, because you'd be hard pressed to get me out of the tub.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Seriously, guys?

A couple months ago I saw an ad on Craigslist for lambs.  East Friesian lambs, at that!
It's been a few years since I've had my own sheep.  I'd gotten with another gal who lives south of me
and shipped some East Friesian dairy sheep from Wisconsin here to Washington.

Yes...dairy sheep.

I loved my dairy sheep.  So sweet and friendly!  
Then I got back into horses, and the sheep slowly disappeared.

But now here was this ad.  Week old bottle babies.
Did I need one?

Did I buy one?

I bought two.

One of my lambs is spotted.  His name is Julius.
The other lamb was SOOO big that I named him Bluto.
He's the white lamb you can see behind Julius (sort of.)

Bluto and Julius are both ram lambs.  That means if I want milk...
well...I'll need to invest in ewe lambs here eventually.
For now, though, these two are enough.

Today I let them out into the sunshine.  
When I went out to check on them, where did I find them?
In the itty bitty little chicken coop.

Seriously, guys?

Oh, well.

In other news, it's tulip season in the Pacific Northwest!
I thought I'd get up early and get some great sunrise shots.
No such luck.  It was cloudy!
But the tulips were beautiful, just the same!

Hope you have a beautiful day!

Cowgirl Shepherd