. . . one of my favorite gifts ever and one I treasure displaying on my bedroom-wide bookshelf; a vintage pair of tanned buffalo hide high-top Shoshone moccasins.
My ex-husband bought them at a museum auction and had them soled for me.
I am way past the age of wearing them with a short denim skirt, though I could still wear them with jeans. Nevertheless, they complimented any outfit. Correction: They didn’t compliment. They rocked ! In fact, once I was at the old Hollywood Park race track with my ex. Friends were with us and we were enjoying a table on the Turf Club mezzanine, overlooking the track.
Between races, I scurried up the concrete steps to place a bet inside and decided to visit the ladies’ room before returning all the way to our seats. Between races, the women’s restroom was generally crowded-no potty parity here-but I had to this time. I was approaching the front of the line when one of the stalls opened. Adjusting her black and white skirt—she was wearing white shiny stiletto boots and glamorously scarved—was Elizabeth Taylor. Yes, coming out of a race track toilet. You kind of learn in L.A. to leave celebrities alone, at least that’s how I preferred to roll. Besides she was ‘adjusting’, a private moment. So I was surprised when she gushed about my boots!
“Darling, those are heavenly.”
Damn she sounded just like Cleopatra.
“Wh-wh-why, thank you,” I managed to dribble.
(I can’t remember if my bet won)
