These Boots

"I wore out more soles than I care to count

Done more stupid things than most would dare to

I've kicked myself more times than not

for the roads they led me down

but the darndest thing I've ever seen them do 

is walkin' out on you."

~ Eric Church, These Boots

I first heard this song a few weeks ago, and I'm not going to lie, I started sobbing. I love Eric Church, firstly. Springsteen, Love Your Love The Most, Carolina, My Heart's Got A Memory, anyone? But it really got me thinking about all the places I've gone with my boots, and where they've taken me in my life. 

I get emotionally attached to some of my things. There, I said it. 

A wise woman, because I really don't know who, once said:

“I love things.

Not just because they’re beautiful or chic or pretty, but because they’re a distraction. 

I love them because they will never leave me. 

My fur won’t get up and leave me one day. 

My pearls won’t choose another neck over mine.

My cashmere won’t decide it doesn’t love me anymore. 

I confess, I love things because I trust them more than I trust people. 

That, and because they also make my life a little more fabulous.”

This could not describe my life more accurately. My cowboy boots make my life a lot more fabulous. They're a connection to Texas, one of my favorite spots in the world, they've taken me to Dallas, Beijing, Georgetown, Richmond, West Virginia, Charlotte and many more places. They make yoga pants look amazing, and can dress down a three hundred dollar Lilly frock just as easily. They were never anything special that I picked out, they were just the most comfortable and the cutest ones they had in my size at Cavenders. We would begin our love/hate relationship of getting said boots off that night, before I learned to invest a good boot pull. Two hurt muscles in the back of my knees and $8.95 later, after arguing with my Mother about just why I should be able to get the hunting printed boot pull, but settling for the plain black, my boots and I were off into the world together.  

They're looking a little rough these days, with two frayed toes, one broken seam, but they're still my boots all the same. They've aged nicely, and they're not going anywhere anytime soon. I mean let's face it, I'll wear these under my long white dress next year when I graduate, maybe when I graduate college, and even when I get married.  Like many "first" things, I think you always remember one special first thing. For me, it's my Size 9.5 Tan Dan Post Boots.

I do have my eye on another pair however...

What can I say? 

These boots are the most beautiful works of art I've ever seen. And they might just be made for walkin'.

xoxo,

Royar

{The Young Southern Prep}