True story – I get minorly depressed whenever I think too long about tall boots. Why? Mainly because there are only 1-3 boots that will fit my calf at this moment. One brand I won’t touch with a ten foot pole, and the other few options just aren’t up to the quality level that I want. Half chaps? I can buy Ariat half chaps all day long and they fit great. Tall boots? Forget it. I lust after brown tall…
I bit the bullet and got myself a pair of tall boots that retail for over $200. I know, my budget is shocking with most people getting tall boots retailing for a lot more… but I’m poor. Also, as previously discussed I have a stupid wide calf and I kind of hate tall boots in every imaginable way. Join me in my campaign to have half chaps acceptable in the hunters everyone! No? Okay, fine. I’ll tell you about the…
Forewarning: this post has little to no educational value and is a monologue of me whining. You have been warned. I’m kind of on the verge of losing my shit, and I think I’m going to lose it over tall boots. I know the subject of tall boots is not new to anyone who’s been around this blog for a little while, but I have reached a whole new frustration level. Let me tell you a little story: Last October…
I was talking with Kate over at Party Down! the other night about the topic of tall boots has been forbidden in my house. My husband is a patient listener of all things horse, but what I like to call the ‘great tall boot dilemma’ has been going on now for a year and he finally said enough is enough. Which means I am now turning to you, loyal readers, for advice. You’re welcome. The Problem… Wide Calves, High Expectations,…