There comes a time in every Alabama-transplant-midtown-Atlanta-tower-working-yuppie girl's life when she realizes that Lucchese boots don't particularly gel with a closet of J. Crew pencil skirts.
Thus another reason for Fridays. And Saturdays and Sundays.
I threw open the box lid, inhaled that comforting new-leather smell, and popped on this pair of Shyannes for a evening jaunt across the state line to Auburnville in support of a music-makin' friend. I must declare, they scuttle quite well across the Sky Bar dance floor.
For someone that holds the same standard for eligible bachelors (dance floor preparedness), the shoes, at least, are working for me.
This Friday, one lucky reader is granted her wish from Boot Barn's Shyanne collection.
One entry each for:
- leaving a comment (include your email address)
You may enter as many times as you please, ma'am.
End date: Friday, Aug. 17th at midnight.