Tada!!! My new pair of boots courtesy of the world’s great test MIL, “Nana.” I decided if I was going to get cowboy boots I might as well get something colorful. There is a lot to picking out the boots besides the design. Such as what kind of heel do you want? And also what kind of toe, blunt, rounded, pointed, just what? Plus the sole. Leather soles, due to my strange feet are a thing of the past. These are synthetic, the literature says that they” have superior resistance to manure than regular leather or rubber soles.” What!!
These boots are a fashion item. It has been several years since I’ve been on a horse. These are only my second pair of cowboy boots ever. I guess that if I wanted to I could claim that I am “country.” I wouldn’t fool anybody though. I’m a city guy. I’ve been a city guy my whole life, even when I lived out in the boonies. Way out in the boonies. I grew up with country people, shoot, my sister and her husband are country and so is their youngest daughter. I know how to saddle a horse, I like country music, I used to drive a pickup truck. But nope, I’m not country. From my earliest memories, I felt most comfortable when we drove down from the mountains and into Phoenix or Albuquerque. I knew a city is where I wanted to live.
Are you country? Do you have a pair of cowboy boots?
