This morning I reached for my Gap jeans and paired them with my grey sweater and light grey cami that I bought at Target. I added a long, navy wool challis scarf that's warm but lightweight, and the navy blue looks great with the grey. Then, I pulled on my Frye boots.
A few years later my career path (and style) changed, and I took up with Tony Lama, falling head over heels for those authentic cowboy boots with their bad boy attitude. I had a few boot flings after that, including a couple of embarrasing months with Steve Madden, an experimental phase with Betsey Johnson, and a completely misguided affair with Doc Martens. What was I thinking?
I finally settled down, got married, became a mom. For a while it seems I swore off boots altogether (couldn't find a pair comfortable enough for chasing a toddler?) When my son turned nine, I returned to school to pursue my teaching degree. Being back on a campus brought back college memories, and once again I found myself longing for a pair of boots. Lucky for me, Frye was still around. I rediscovered my orignal love and we've been together ever since.