I've been looking for a pair of tall boots for probably the past 5 years. Every year I notice that my preferences change slightly. Last year I was looking for black boots with a rounded toe and hardly any heal. This year I'm looking for a similar pair, but in brown. Each year I find something I think I'd like and then I see the ridiculous price tag (real leather is expensive!) and talk myself out of them because...If you give a Heidi some tall brown boots, she's going to need some clothes to go with them. I remind myself of a certain mouse I've read about.
I was lamenting this fact to my hubby the other night. He pretty much has zero desire to be fashionable or to have his wife be fashionable. His idea of fashion is a sturdy pair of jeans bought without holes so that he can wear them until they have holes. Once they have holes, then (and only then) does he allow himself to use them for "work jeans". You can imagine how many years he may own one pair of jeans. Shoes are the same way. He thought it was so great when he bought himself a pair of $3 shoes from a thrift store and wore them until his socks were getting wet from the holes in the bottoms. He's hardcore.
So, you can imagine I wasn't getting much sympathy while expressing my desire to be fashionable in some pricy tall boots. He told me that I'd probably wear the boots about eleven times, and the following year the toes would be just a little too pointy. Or the heals would be a little too low. Or the new in style thing to have on your boots would be a large ring around the top of the boots. I told him that a ring would be very impractical for walking. To which he replied, "Well, the new, cool way to walk will be like this!" He swung his legs far out to the sides to avoid the imaginary fashionable hoops as he dramatically walked up and down our living room in ridiculous fashion.
I couldn't stop laughing at the absurdity of his gait and the absurdity of fashion in general.
"They" say that we should wear tight, skinny jeans with flats or tall boots. I remember the day I saw skinny jeans in a magazine worn by a model. I thought she looked ridiculous. And I specifically remember thinking, "I am never going to like the looks of that."
Fast forward a couple years (or however long it's been), and I'm looking at skinny jeans on the racks at Target (because they're cheaper there).
I am so duped. These fashion police people say "this" is how we should be dressing and if we don't dress like "this", then we aren't quite cool enough. And I buy into it. I look at my wardrobe full of perfectly non-holey clothes and I think to myself, "I have nothing to wear." So, I go to the local thrift store (because I'm cheap like that) looking for someone who bought the latest trends and cast them off quickly for whatever American reason.
We're so easily influenced and guided to do what "they" want us to do. I recognize it. I realize it.
And I still want those tall brown boots.
I have issues.