This year has been absolutely incredible. I have been lucky enough to have a day job takes me places I had only dreamt about. I have been on my first African safari, my first Caribbean island, my first Louisiana swamp tour, and now another dream is about to come true. Too early this Saturday morning, I lift off for Salt Lake City where I will be picked up and driven to Mustang Monument, a dude ranch and an eco-resort for the preservation of wild Mustangs in the middle of Nevada.
I think it was my first pair of Billy Martin cowboy boots that made me the ultimate shit-kicking New Yorker. Let me tell you that cowboy boots were not really in style, so I stood out. What was this Pennsylvanian water-pistol packing mama doing wearing the footwear of her western cousins? I still don’t know, but I always loved them and have had a pair in my wardrobe ever since. I even went and had me a pair made specifically for Christmas – yup, red and green. I would show them to you, but they are already packed in the bag headed for Nevada. Unfortunately the Billy Martin store, which graced the uber-shopping street Madison Avenue, is no longer, as cowboy boots have been replaced by Louboutins.
To be a true cowboy or girl, you can always order from Texas Traditions though, the elite of elite of cowboy footwear. They might not take you as a new client though, but if they do, a pair start at $1,000. You can always bluff it with your suede skirt, chaps, red bandana and Stetson, and it is all about looking the part, isn’t it?
I only wish I had time to see inside the Salt Lake Tabernacle on my way back. It’s not often I fly through Utah.
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