Have you ever heard the song “With My High Heels On” by Robin Meade? It is an awesome song about a woman getting up and prepping for work and how she is transformed with her high heels on. Love the lyrics and the tune.
Since leaving corporate and the big city I have replaced my high heels for cowgirl boots. A few years ago I would have never even considered window shopping for cowgirl boots and certainly could have never seen myself in them. But, I got my first pair when we first moved in, then got a pair for dress up and then got another pair this spring that would be designated the work boots. And I must confess that I LOVE THEM!
Like so many things we wear we are transformed or feel different in that particular item than without. Women who are getting married and planning their wedding night get sexy lingerie, put on yoga pants and you suddenly feel like you must be more flexible and calm, put on that apron and you are a chef, put on biking gear and you could conquer a race!
When I put my boots on, crazy transformations happen. Like my jean feel different– all of a sudden they become one with me and the boots and we are ready to work and get dirty. With my boots on I am not thinking “do these jeans make my butt look fat” but I am thinking “what job do we have to tackle together”.
With my boots on, I don’t scream when I see a bug. I noticed this a few days ago; with my boots on and outside I am squishing bugs between my fingers to save a cucumber, picking off caterpillars from my tomatoes, fighting squash bugs without hesitation and picking up vines where they might be hiding and yelling “GOTCHA!” while I douse them with red pepper spray that I have concocted. But I walk in the house, leave my muddy boots at the door and throw my wet, dirty jeans in the washer, walk up stairs and scream for my hubby because I see a spider.
With my boots on I can hop in the bed of my truck and shovel out compost. Without my boots I need a step stool to get in the bed of the truck.
With my boots on I can ride my tractor and operate the scoop. Without them I forget which way is up and down and right and left.
My boots and I have clearly bonded and I don’t know how I would ever live without them. Well, I guess I could live without them, but I would definitely be screaming for help with the bugs, would need assistance on the tractor and would not be able to get anything out of the bed of my truck and a plethora of other things that I can only do in my boots.
So my song would go something like:
Got up this morning before sunrise
Wiped the sleep from my eyes and made plans for the day
Drank some keifer and grabbed a power bar
Snagged the keys to my orange Kabota to hop on.
Then I put my Cowgirl Boots on! Watch out world, here I come!
What do you wear that transforms you????