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Sole Mates.

06.28.12 — 12 Comments

Do you know how I know for sure I’m rural? The other day, while discussing children, the following words came out of my mouth:

“Oh, I bet he throws a large birth weight, but I have doubts in the yearling weight.”

Uhm? Say what?

A two solid years living in this intertwining concourse of pavement and I’m finally falling into my urban groove. However, I’m 100 percent certain that with every pencil skirt and four inch stilettos I purchase, my favorite item in my closet will be my heavily starched jeans and boots.

These are my girls. Left to right: BCBG snakeskin ‘kicks, Jessica Simpson too-high-of-a-heal, My new Loves, Anderson Bean Gators, and Ferrini Pink Tops.

Let’s focus on that new pair… that gorgeous pair in the middle.

Boot Barn sent me these lovely Shyanne Daisy May ‘kicks (in cognac). To be fair, I’ve had them for a few weeks. They were like a new boyfriend I wasn’t ready to share with the world.

I needed to get a good feel for them, before I shared. Selfish, I tell you. I’m just downright selfish.

I wore them to the Myriad Gardens to watch Space Jam, I wore them as I crawled home from a wedding weekend in Stillwater, and I wore them as I cheered for the Gamecocks in the College World Series.

Do you need proof that I love them? Take a look at the soles. They’ve become my go-to ‘kicks in a matter of weeks. Their intricate details (yes, I’m swooning over the turquoise) has allowed me to pair them with dresses, my new favorite lace shorts, and denim.

And, they’re comfortable. Well, after the first wear. But, to be fair I was so excited I didn’t wear socks and it’s HOT in Oklahoma. Poor planning on my part.

Tonight, I’m leaving for another East Coast weekend trip. If I wasn’t planning to doing nothing but getting a tan… these pretty girls would be in my suitcase.

Actually, on second thought… they’re coming. They are absolutely coming on this trip. I just love them.

To make sure I’m being honest with you let’s give this little quiz a go:
Do I like olives? nope.
Do I like romantic comedies from the eighties? Yep.
Do I have a handsome boyfriend? Yep. Yep. Yep.
Do I love these new Shyanne Daisy Mae boots? Ringing affirmative.

There you have it folks. I’m sold, and I’m never taking these boots off. The end.


The emotion Ralphie feels when he finally gets his Red Ryder BB gun pales in comparison for the excitement I have right this second.

Life has been giving me the Mr. Meogi treatment and I didn’t even realize it.

**crickets.**

Somehow, having to explain myself takes the fun out of it – but bare with me. Wax On, Wax off isn’t just for entertainment and productivity’s sake – the Karate Kid is actually learning something… he just doesn’t know it at the time.

In the past year I’ve been learning lessons through experiences, tasks, and opportunities that have been preparing me for this week.

Quitting your first {big kid} job is hard. No one tells you about the loyalty you feel for your coworkers and your obligations. As I wrap up my final days in my current position, my to-do list becomes exponentially longer. However, as excitement for the next chapter of my life crescendos, my uncertainty is quickly drifting away.

Tailgating season is here. Note: I did not say football season. Why? Well, manfriend can take away all my football street cred by asking, well, basically, anything that has to do with football. Nonetheless, he’s still the Pinky to my Brain.

I have new shoes. They were an investment. Dave Ramsey would not be proud.  Here’s a sneak peak of the amazing work of Soled By Melissa. She just shipped them to me today – so when I get them you’ll get the full DL.

 Re-reading this post, I realized. I don’t make any sense at all. I blame the shoes. Seriously.


See these things you’re reading… those are letters… that form words; therefore this is not wordless Wednesday.

Because if it was wordless Wednesday how could I tell you I covet these boots? And, the fall weather they represent?

I couldn’t.

But – I need these. I’d like them in cognac and stone, size 8 please.

If you’ve recently done any of the following: been a little rude, forgot my 1/2 birthday, made me want to punch a kitten - you can send a pair of these boots my way in lieu of flowers.

You can purchase them here. Read as: click the word “here” it will send you to Piperlime.com.

Sincerely,

Fall Weather Lover.


Rural Gone Urban hasn’t hosted an Orange Friday in a while – and it’s time to bring it back!

As a Cowboy fan, orange always creeps into my life like a subliminal love affair trying to find it’s way to the surface.

These Orange Wing Cross Corral Boots would be perfect for tailgating season. Listed at $268, it’s going to take a while to save up for these. But you better believe there is a line-item in my budget for these!

How do you put a little orange in your life?


Big Weekend. HUGE weekend. I realize when I write something funny like They don’t teach you this in college there tends to be a lot more visitors, more retweets, more comments. But, for you to truly appreciate my sarcasm, seriousness and abstract randomness – I’m going to give one of those really boring play-by-plays.

Any basketball fans? Heard of that tragic accident that took the lives of 10 Cowboys? Well for those of you who live under a rock {no worries, that’s where I am most of the time.} you can google it. For the rest of you, you’ll understand why participating in the Remember the 10 run was so incredible.
 

We declared it “girl’s weekend” and headed to Stillwater san any manfriends. {Pictured with Manfriend’s mom and sister.} It was the most beautiful weekend in Stillwater. However, I’m pretty sure Stillwater will always have a sparkly glow every time I return as an alum.

Because we were in Stillwater. And, it happens to be the most glorious place on earth. We went shopping. I found this little number at Hobby Lobby. Even on sale it wasn’t going to fit into my thrifty-chic budget. {Good news is, I found a table just like this in my parent’s barn needing a little TLC)

I fell in love with these. Head over wedges, deeply madly in love.


Because it was still “girl’s weekend,” I went home. Rural Route 3 past where the black top ends [technically it’s not a Rural Route anymore – something about saving lives with a 911 address} to hang out with my sister.

Side note: My boss always says I’m like a “baby duck.” Something about waking up everyday looking up at the sky like it’s the first time I’ve ever seen it. Weird.

Anyway, within minutes of my parent’s heading out-of-town, my sister…. bought some ducks. Seriously. Who does that?


A few times a week I walk into work, stop my foot and curse the urban dwellers who “couldn’t drive to save their lives.” I’m not declaring I deserve driver of the year, but I do think all urbanites develop a slight case of road rage after only a few days.

On the way home from church, we got into a traffic jam. An old school nothing-urban-about-this traffic jam.

As you can see. I had the best weekend. Hope you did, too!


There are those people. The people we pray every night that we don’t ever become. The “My child is the most amazing, smartest, most talented, beautiful, funny that ever walked the earth” people. Well, this post is a shout out to you.

I don’t have a response to that. Yes, your child is cute – and and there is a booger hanging from it’s nose. No that’s not cute – just wipe it off.

Seriously. Are we {me and Dallyn} the only small-town alumns in our still-early twenties without a ring and a kid on a leash?

We have a different take on parenthood. For now. No – we aren’t dismissing the idea of parenting, although it’s still up for debate. ha.

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We’ve had some new additions to our household. We’re not quite the duggars, or the quints by surprize – we’re more like, hometown heros who aren’t married and divorced with 2 kids.

We take pride in our little ones. ::Sigh:: They make us so proud.

This little guy, he is just smart. Not to be overdone by trends, he is straight to the point and classic. He’s math geek meets kick-ball star. This guy – he’s better than your little guy any day of the week.

This girl is a doll. Her older brother made the trips to Scotland, England, France, Canada, South East Oklahoma, Nicaragua, and Argentina. She’s a world-traveler in the making.

Isn’t Stevie beautful!? I just know she’s going to be a cheerleader someday. Well, sortof.. she will be going to the Tech game and maybe the game in Austin.

If my three weren’t enough, why don’t you go ahead any meet my neice – Sperry. She’s your average country girl who wears pearls to Church on Sunday morning. The guys love her and the girls want to be her. My role as aunt is simple. Live vicariously though her.


This child came out with a bang. She didn’t quite fit into the box, but I don’t think she was meant to. She’s a spirited one.

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Vincent Camuto. Her name says everything. She’s perfect. The more shoes we adopt – the more American I become. This is the most-amazing, most-talented, most-adorable neice ever.

(Geeze – what happens if I ever really become an aunt??!)

Please note: I don’t mean any disrespect to all the little-human makers. However, there’s no way you can all have the most adorable child. Also – if for some reason pigs fly and there is a Brooke Jr. running around in the next 50 years or so – she probably will have the cutest chubby cheeks ever.

Man, good thing we do have important things to spend our money on.. Our shoe habit takes over..  :)


Man – those haybales look tiny
Dallyn, if we don’t make it out of this – I love you.
Hey.. mister, uh.. what was your name? I won’t hurt my ankle when landing, right? We’ve got tailgating to do today.
You’ve jumped out of a plane 6,000 times? The only thing I’ve done 6,000 times is….

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