One man's --ahem-- trash, I suppose...

So, another fun aspect of my visit to my parents' this weekend was I found these vintage Dingo boots I thrifted when I was 14 or so. They were too big then, still a bit too big now, but definitely wearable.


Cowboy boots have been a staple in my wardrobe since my teen years, and I expected them to be so for forever, but when I put these on, I had a queer feeling, not helped by this post by The Sartorialist. And while they did look quite good, I realized they were giving me an Identity Crisis! Cowboy boots no longer align themselves with my self-concept. Well.

I'm quite sure they will be quite the find to some lovely lass, so they are awaiting a new home in the store!