They are for-reals cowboy boots: Durango boots in brown, distressed leather. They have the little thingys on the sides to help pull them up. And pointy toes. Yup, they’re for-reals cowboy boots!
I have had them for four years but, until this year, I had only worn them once. I went to a party wearing a long skirt, long-sleeve tee shirt, Levi’s jean jacket, and my boots. It was a cool outfit but, not practical for everyday wear.
My first pair of cowboy boots came from my younger brother: he was a hippie attending Cal Berkeley and didn’t need black cowboy boots with colorful stitching…..I loved ‘em! I was a young mommy with 3 kids under 5 years old and hardly any clothes. I wore men’s jeans, tee shirts, and feminine sweaters back then…….oh, and my cowboy boots!
Well, this fall, I bought boot-cut jeans. They are cool: tight in the butt and thighs and belled at the bottom, so my boots fit underneath. I think it looks hokey to wear your jeans tucked into the top of the cowboy boots. Nope, I don’t do that.
Anyhow, it’s not the look of the boots that I love: it’s the way they make me feel. I am tall and long ago, in high school, I learned to slouch to make me the same height as the guys. Wasn’t exactly an attractive look: rounded shoulders, rounded back, head hanging down. Not attractive at all. But that’s the price I paid for being tall. Like I had any control over my height……..
Well, now I don’t care. I am as tall as I am, period. Fortunately, my legs go all the way down to my feet. Things just work better that way…..Anyway, when I wear my cowboy boots, with a 1 ½ inch heel, I stand up tall, shoulders back and a smile on my face. Here I am, world, deal with it! And that feels good.
I am wearing my boots right now. I walk differently when I wear them: kinda feminine still but, with an attitude. And I love the sound of my boots when I walk across the hardwood floors. Ain’t no way I could sneak up on anybody…..even a deaf person! I don’t care, it’s loud….stomp, stomp, stomp….and I love it.
I went to Michael’s this afternoon to get ribbon to decorate a wreath for the front door. There was a guy in there who kept staring at me; I don’t know why, he just was. I was talking to someone I used to work with and, every time I looked, that guy was still staring at me. I just stood up taller and smiled at my friend…….
Ron and I both worked for the same employer. He was treated poorly and he retired. I had the same Director and was unfairly disciplined but, I decided to stay and keep my benefits. And this afternoon, when we left the store, my friend told me: “hang in there” and I told him that “I will prevail.” His response: “the good ones always do!”
You know, I might start wearing my cowboy boots to work!
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