Prompt: “What’s your style?”
Well, “Style” means many things; chosen appearance, manner of action, a format for writing… Today I’ll talk about my ‘chosen appearance’. I definitely don’t fit a fashionable mold, I guess you could call me a “Geeky Contradiction”; given the chance I would wear a superhero t-shirt every day of the week, but the same could be said about cowboy boots. Cowboy boots have always been a hobby of mine. I even have a tradition, after breaking in a new pair of boots I give them names; Walker and Texas Ranger, Grease and Lightning, Lady and Liberty, Free and Bird, etc…I like my style, even though I’m never “in style”.
The first time I met my husband I was walking up the steps of my college apartment, it was approximately 11:00pm and I had just gotten off work at Bob Evans. Needleless to say, after a full day of student-teaching and waiting tables I was exhausted. My ‘husband’ was standing on the porch of my next-door neighbor’s apartment, knocking on the door (I later found out they were med students, meeting to study). Nevertheless, I was so tired that I didn’t even look up as I began to pass him. That’s when I noticed his chosen footwear, brown cowboy boots…. I opened my mouth, with the intention of introducing myself, but all I said was, “Nice boots.” I then disappeared into my apartment, slightly embarrassed at my loss for words… After that I did what any reasonable girl would do… I found excuses to be on the porch when he was; my dog needed a walk, I wanted to make sure my headlights were off, my dog needed a walk, I left a book in my car, and my dog needed a walk… again— I had the best exercised dog in the state. Eventually we both built up the courage to engage in our first ‘official conversation’, and it was about cowboy boots.
We both wore cowboy boots to our wedding, and my dog walked, again… but this time, she walked down the aisle, as ‘our dog’.
“Fashion changes, but style endures.” Coco Chanel
Pictured Below: Favorite boots from my collection.