I was in NYC two weeks ago (I have been delinquent in writing up my trip). As I probably have mentioned multiple times, I loved it so much that I am wholeheartedly willing to leave behind the warmth of Texas, where my family and best friends live, and pack up and move. I have already discussed moving there both with my cousin Amanda and close friend Meghan. I envision the three of us sharing an apartment (because how else will we be able to afford it?), three totally hip and fashionable single women, experiencing life in the Big Apple. It would be kind of like Sex and the City, if you will, except far less sluttier.
Anyway, I went shopping when I was there and bought these boots. I was completely inspired, not only by my very chic cousin, but by all the fashion I saw in the streets. I felt like I was looking through the September issue of Lucky. Such inspirational looks. The women on the East Coast, especially in New York, are effortlessly chic. There is minimalist feel to their looks, which really appeals to me – I’ve never been one to accessorize. And the boots – every woman wore a different pair of stylish boots. I coveted each pair I walked by. So when my Zia Lucia pointed to a pair of $30 boots in a shop in Manhattan, I didn’t pass the opportunity up. Looky:
They are pretty comfortable and have this rocker edge to them. What you don’t see is this prominent zipper along the side (it’s just there for show, as the salesman informed me as I tried yanking it down to put my foot in).
I love these boots. Love them. I look at them and love them because I can say that I got them in New York, because it reminds me of shopping with my aunt and cousin. I have already worn them many times since I’ve been back. This is no small feat. For one thing, it doesn’t really get cold in Texas until late November, maybe December. It’s hard to predict when exactly it will be cold, which is why I have been wearing my boots frequently. Who cares if it’s 80 degrees outside? It’s November, which means it’s autumn, which is boot weather in my book.
I wore my New York boots on Thursday. I wore them with skinny jeans, a sleeveless tank, and a cardigan sweater over it. Again, it was like 80 degrees outside, but it’s cold in my office, so whatever. I took a lunch break and went to Jimmy John’s. The man at the counter asked me a question that sounded like “White Horses,” and that confused me, because it didn’t sound like a menu item. “Huh?” I said. “Do you ride horses?” he asked.
It took me a second to realize why he’d ask that. “Oh…no,” I replied.
Then later on at drum lessons, my teacher pointed at my boots and said, “Do you ride motorcycles?” Since this is cooler than riding a horse, I gave him the full explanation. “It’s a fashion statement,” I said.
I’m just amused when men assume that we choose an article of clothing for utilitarian reasons, when girls really just want to have fun.