December 9, 2023:
I came home from Montana with two legs full of skeeter bites and a strong hankerin' after cowboy boots.
The pair I bought were suede, with a one inch heel and square toe. They were difficult to walk in, and while I loved their look standing on the floor without me inside them, in truth I found them uncomfortable and awkward.
"Nice boots, Tex," said the inevitable California teenager. Because what else would they have said.
That and the suede jacket with cotton lining, ruined by dry cleaners after I accidentally marked it with felt pen.