We’ve finally had snow. And I’ve finally been cross-country skiing. One afternoon last week Hubby and I skied across the golf course near our house, bushwhacked a short way through the woods, and onto an old farm track that a local farmer grooms for his horse and sleigh. The conditions were perfect: sunny, -5°C, with gorgeous snow. Winter can be wonderful.
Then, with thoughts of snow on my mind, I came home and dug these Stuart Weitzman leather and suede boots out of my closet. I haven’t worn high boots yet this winter. And these boots were meant for wading. Wading snow, that is. And I love them.
Me and my Stuart Weitzman boots.
The low heel means these boots were made for walking too. But I only wear them when the winter weather is cold enough that they aren’t ruined by slush and muck. They’re nice and high, and perfect for tucking jeans into, like these Paige high-rise skinnies. I’m still not wholly comfortable with pants tucked into boots, unless it’s winter when it doesn’t feel contrived. I love the grommet detailing and the decorative strap in the back of my boots. But as I am not given to outfits which have too much going on, I kept the rest of my look simple. Just my camel Aritzia turtleneck and my Max Mara coat.
“Now, while the weather is good, what else can I wear these boots with?” I pondered.
This hand-knit, Lopi sweater has the same shade of deep brown as my boots. So, I tried it with my Vince turtleneck underneath and my old camel pea jacket on top. Very casual. Apres ski-ish … even. But it works for me. By the way, this sweater is the very first thing I ever knit, way back in the 80’s. Proof to the world that I actually can finish a knitting project.
And sadly, that was last week. And now. Well… now… it’s been raining for two days. And mild. And all that lovely snow is just fading away. Pooh. The ice in the river is almost melted. And there’s water and slush everywhere. So my lovely brown Stuart Weitzman boots go back in the closet. The ducks are happy, anyway.
Raining and warm. And getting greener, unfortunately.
And the sound of ducks on the river again makes me think of fishing. Which makes me think of my Hunter fishing boots. I mean, why not? Everyone else is wearing Hunter boots with their jeans. I tried mine with my cropped Citizens of Humanity jeans, and this gingham shirt and cream wool sweater, both from Gap. Bit too Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm-esque… do you think?
You know, these boots really were meant for wading. They are my fishing boots, after all. Hubby has an identical pair; that’s why my name is written in them. He bought these for me for Christmas several years ago… long before the fashion world decided that Hunter boots were chic. They’re wonderful boots, actually. The first rubber boots that fit me and in which I can walk for any distance. Perfect for stream fishing. But I’m not sure I can bring myself to wear them to town.
My Hunter fishing boots.
Still. Maybe with my Gortex jacket? I can pretend that I’ve just stopped off to pick up a few things on my way home from the stables? Or that I left my fishing rod and tackle in the car? They do look kind of cool. Could it be that these boots were meant for shopping, as well as walking and wading?
Ready for errand running, Hunter boots and all.
Nancy Sinatra’s boots may well have been meant for walking. But definitely NOT for wading. Have a look at this vintage video.
I love that old song. Reminds me of when I was teaching, and the Christmas Assembly at my school in 1998. Dressed in our high black boots and mini-skirts, with our hair back-combed to within an inch of its life, four of us teachers performed this song. Of course, I use the word “performed” loosely, we lip-synced, and danced… and the kids in the audience went nuts! They love it when their teachers make fools of themselves. And, well, we love it too. Still makes me smile thinking of that. And…and… I have the video. One of the teachers filmed the whole thing. Now that is a video that will never see the light of day except in my own living room!
So, I’m off, now, to pick up a few groceries. Wearing my Hunter boots and my Gortex jacket. Hubby and I are making a big batch of chili today. Going into production mode as it were. We always make tons, enough to freeze several meals.
And speaking of freezing. Despite the fact that it’s +3°C right now, the temperature is dropping to -15° overnight. And I won’t be wearing these Hunter boots tomorrow. It will be a skating rink out there.
Good thing I had my skates sharpened last week.
How about you? What’s your take on these boots… or others… or just boots in general?
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