Fall is here. Rain. Wind. Cold mornings and evenings. Sigh.
On the flip side, I find I am tired of my summer clothes anyway but nothing looks cozy enough to wear right now. Not a dilemma or anything, just an observation. Which brings me to the subject of boots.
They are EVERYWHERE! At the college, girls are wearing rubber boots with pants tucked in. In town, it's a free-for-all. Minis with tights, jeans with furry boots, long hippy skirts with cowboy boots. Then there are the women who really shouldn't be wearing boots (for one reason or another). They wear them with short skirts, with or without leg coverings. Our town has a shortage of boot-worthy women and it's hard not to pass judgment on the rest of the female population. On the other hand, more power to them for wearing boots because they want to, brave souls.
I like boots. I have two pair. Make that three, if you count the short black boots I've been wearing for most of Carmen's life. Fortunately, they are still in style. My husband wants me to get, oh, perhaps five more. He keeps looking online and in catalogs for me. I imagine one of these days I'll get a pair with fur lining for the warmth but not the stiletto heel. And I should probably get a pair before I stop feeling brave enough to be boot-worthy.