So I bought some cowboy boots this weekend.
I KNOW, right? WTF?
Well, if you’ve read my blog at all, you know that I have fetishes for watches and shoes.
And I honestly have been wanting a pair of cowboy boots for a long time now.
I think the ones I got are dead sexy! And surprisingly comfy, too!
They’re actually Ostrich skin. Squeeee!
Anyway, I wasn’t anticipating getting any this past weekend, it just sort of… happened.
I was out running errands with my father (he needed to go to the T Mobile store at the mall) and right there was one of those RCC stores.
Dad said we should go in because HE was looking for some cowboy boots.
I was just along for the ride– not even looking, really. Just biding my time while he tried to find a pair that fit…
When I saw them. Almost glowing on the shelf. And in my size.
Naturally I picked them up and started caressing them in a most unwholesome manner.
That’s when the very cute salesman (in cowboy hat, boots, and VERY snug jeans) convinced me to try them on.
He was pushing major box– how could I refuse??
They fit like a glove, damn it.
So I bought them, even if they WERE a bit pricey. But they’re handsome and handmade and butter soft…
Now to start wearing them– but where? And can I pull off the cowboy boot look??