I spent months looking at boots, trying to decide just which ones would be the right pair for me. I inundated my Facebook page with posts of pictures of boots, and entered every single contest Country Outfitter ran to win some. When my birthday came last month, I just knew George was going to drive up with a pair of gorgeous boots in the truck for me, and he tried, but he couldn’t make himself spend 200 bucks on a pair of shoes I hadn’t tried on. He promised to take me to Cavender’s, the boot mecca, on our way out West.
As soon as we hit Missouri, I started looking for Cavender’s. We all know the issues involved with shopping and having a 53-foot trailer behind you– it’s pretty impossible. I was going to have to find a boot store with ample parking for trucks, on the highway, and on our route.
Joplin was the place. I found a Cavender’s with a big enough parking lot to put the truck in, but it was out of route and George hates going out of route. George also hates hearing me whine about cowboy boots, so he went out of route (bless his heart) and deposited me at the front door of the biggest boot store I had ever seen.
Walking into a Cavenders with someone who is obsessed with boots is like taking a heroin addict into an opium den. My eyes glassed over immediately. I was intoxicated by the leathery smells and wanted to touch every single pair of boots in the store.
“Babe? You OK? We don’t have a lot of time, get the ones you picked out and try them on so we can get back on the road.”
“So. Many. Booooots.”
