About twenty three years ago my dad brought me back a pair of cowboy boots from Texas. They were the real deal.
Leather, brown and tan. Rubber soles, pointy toe and just enough heal.
When I was growing up my dad worked a few months out of the year in Austin, and it's safe to say the culture grew on him. For as long as I can remember he has favored Wranglers and the term "Happy Trails."
He has a collection of cowboy hats and the Texas state flag on his bumper. From what I understand there was a time our family was fairly close to relocating to the Lone Star State.
That would have been quite an adventure.
A few days ago, my parents were cleaning out their attic. They put together a box of items they thought I might want, items such as quality Easter decorations and unused gift bags.
There were a few other items in that box as well. One in particular was a cozy size 1.
Cowgirl cool never goes out of style.
Have a fabulous week!