One could write a quick novel about what people wear in the grand city of New York. I really did see someone wearing a dog on his head once. During last week’s trip it was all about the boots.
My entire life I feel like I have been a cowgirl waiting to happen. You know the boots and jeans and whiskey in the saddlebag kind of stuff-not to mention the purple haze on the mountains and the smell of sagebrush after a spring storm. Sigh. It’s mostly been about the boots.
I love boots…I mean LOVE them. The problem has always been when and where to wear them if I am not on a horse or acting like a horses ass. What was I thinking????? You can wear boots, any kind of boots by the by, with anything!!!!
New Yorkers are so damn hip. It’s boots-a-rama 24-7 in the Big Apple. Yes, even boots and shorts.
I can hear you laughing as you imagine me in my old jogging shorts and my red-tipped leather, to-die-for New Mexico boots that I have thought of marrying. Actually, I’m laughing too, but in New York it’s okay to dress like that. Here, where nine out of ten people drive Ford trucks, spontaneously pull over to go fishing, and talk about grits like I talk about wine from Chile – it might be risky. It also might put my mom over the edge if she saw a photo of her already confused daughter in her shorts and cowboy boots.
I’m gonna start out slow. Maybe take a spin around the garage in my motorcycle boots and clam pants. My feet are already tingling.