In my head I live on a ranch in Texas. I wear cowboy boots for everything, including formal occasions. I attend Ewing barbecues at Southfork Ranch and I am in fact Sue Ellen Ewing.
To wit, I now own white cowboy boots. These are not the first weakening towards my terrible Southern psychosis, but they are clearly my hardest fall. They are not just a little bit cowboy, they are not Topshop fashion cowboy: they are balls-out, do-si-do, slap your thigh COWBOY. And they were £5 on eBay. For nicely worn Wrangler cowboy boots. I know: I am an eBay GENIUS.
The beauty of cowboy boots is that they can be worn with anything. JR Ewing wore them with a suit every day of his life and no one can deny that he was the coolest man to ever darken television’s doorway. Well, I’m sure they could. If anyone under the age of 50 even knew who he was.
The point is, whether you’re a full-on fantasy line dancer like myself, or you just like a little dabble in some things cowboy, they are the coolest boots around. They’re summer with denim shorts, they’re winter with jeans and thick socks. They’re wedding shoes, they’re leather wellies. They’re the single greatest thing that man has crafted from cow skin. And I include the Mulberry Roxanne in that. Yes, I went there. The ROXANNE.