It's getting chilly out, which means it's time to break out the boots. Not the sissy, high heeled Steve Maddens, or the cool, saucy Kenneth Coles. I'm talkin' cowboy boots.
My Western roots are showing, aren't they? Good. I like that about myself. I also like boots. A lot. Don't get me wrong, I own the high-heeled pretty black boots and the saucy tan Kenneth Coles and the warm sheepskin lined boots that everyone loves so much, too.
But cowboy boots, well, they just do something to a girl.
They make you work, just to get them on. But when your foot slides nicely into a perfectly broken-in, glovelike boot, it feels like home. 'Ahhh!', you're tempted to say. Or I am, anyway.
They bestow instant attitude. I have never donned my Tony Lama cowhides without assuming just a bit of the badass. I think I like the badass from time to time.
Maybe the attitude has to do with the tight jeans I always wear with my boots. Maybe it's to do with the swagger that results from that slanted dress heel. Maybe it's contrived. I'm not sure, but I like it.
The boots I want to buy next.
The boots I have now have served me well for a verrrry long time. They're going to stay in my collection as a coveted, much loved, well worn remnant of a time when I was prone to impulse and thoughts that just maybe, that whole 'jumping on the back of a beautiful horse and riding for days under a crystal blue sky' thing was going to happen.
I want to keep that part of me very much alive. I think the most interesting part of me resides in that part, and I'm never going to give that up.
My Western roots are showing, aren't they? Good. I like that about myself. I also like boots. A lot. Don't get me wrong, I own the high-heeled pretty black boots and the saucy tan Kenneth Coles and the warm sheepskin lined boots that everyone loves so much, too.
But cowboy boots, well, they just do something to a girl.
They make you work, just to get them on. But when your foot slides nicely into a perfectly broken-in, glovelike boot, it feels like home. 'Ahhh!', you're tempted to say. Or I am, anyway.
They bestow instant attitude. I have never donned my Tony Lama cowhides without assuming just a bit of the badass. I think I like the badass from time to time.
Maybe the attitude has to do with the tight jeans I always wear with my boots. Maybe it's to do with the swagger that results from that slanted dress heel. Maybe it's contrived. I'm not sure, but I like it.
The boots I have now have served me well for a verrrry long time. They're going to stay in my collection as a coveted, much loved, well worn remnant of a time when I was prone to impulse and thoughts that just maybe, that whole 'jumping on the back of a beautiful horse and riding for days under a crystal blue sky' thing was going to happen.
I want to keep that part of me very much alive. I think the most interesting part of me resides in that part, and I'm never going to give that up.
Have you scoped out and purchased a pair yet?! I'm contemplating on a pair. My pops would be shocked, considering he bought me a pair when I was a wee-one and I never wore them. :/
ReplyDeleteNot yet. I'm thinking this is a great way to spend Christmas cash...on something truly fun and that will clearly last awhile!
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