It is no secret to y’all that I have a bit of a problem with matchy fashion: colors, styles, themes, textures, and so on. Wearing a hodgepodge of attire I like is more in line with my true self than matching is. I am an eclectic gal in all things, from music to food to books. I felt like wearing flip flops this afternoon. I felt like wearing cowboy boots this afternoon. Flip Flop Tie o’ the Day made it possible for me to wear both. Being not-matchy gives me the best of many worlds, all at once.
As you know, I have never owned a purse until I saw The Saddle Purse in the SLC Airport in March. It spoke to my soul, so I nabbed it. The Saddle Purse reminded me I’ve been on the hunt for cowboy boots for the last few years. If you’ve been reading this post regularly, you know I found “the” cowboy boots o’ my dreams while we were in Arkansas recently. Was I happy to finally find the boots? Not exactly. Why? They “match” my Saddle Purse.
When Suzanne took me into the boot store she ran onto in Mountain View, AR, my eyeballs less than five minutes to become glued to what were to become my cowboy boots. I tried to look away. I tried to find fault with them. I tried to focus on other boots. These boots would definitely “go with” The Saddle Purse, in a very matchy way. Oh, no! I did not want my boots to match The Saddle Purse. But it did no good to try to want a different pair. I was smitten with these.
The same boots came in a smoky rose color too. And I tried to make myself love that color more. They were purty. They wouldn’t have been anywhere near as “matchy” with my Purse. The smoky rose boots would have been so much more my clashy self. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t love the smoky rose-colored cowboy boots. They were the same, but they were not the same. Alas! I went with the boot color I loved deepest. I learned something about myself: in some things, love is more important to me than clash fashion. Don’t ever quote me on that though.
BTW For every post photo in which my white legs show, let me apologize right now. Before I got ancient, I tanned easily. That doesn’t happen to my legs anymore. No amount of sun alters their profound whiteness. It’s just their color. I suggest you keep sunglasses handy for when my leg whiteness appears in TIE O’ THE DAY posts. I do not want you to go snowblind, er, leg-blind.
