cowboy boots for indian summers

You don't see a lot of cowboys on the Northeastern Coast. Actually, I'm pretty sure that the only cowboy that I've ever seen was the Naked Cowboy in New York City. (He's this guy who walks around Manhattan, mostly Times Square wearing nothing but a guitar, tightie whities, a cowboy hat, and boots. It is extremely disturbing.) Despite the lack of cowboys though, there seems to always be an overabundance of cowboy boots filling up the local thrift stores, which leads me to believe that there was, at some time, a large population of cowboys. Okay, my logic is flawed because I know that you don't have to be a cowboy to wear cowboy boots. You don't have to lasso a cow, shoot a revolver or eat chili all the time. You just have to be brave enough to deal with your friends who will make fun of you for wearing them. I know this from personal experience. And.... that is my long-winded synopsis of what it feels like to wear cowboy boots. And that's all I got. Hope you're all having a great week so far! Only a few days until the weekend, right?

xo, e.m.