So I confessed to the Wall of Cowboy Boots. And then I made some new additions. Black knee-length with high Cuban heels, made in Romania, and brown ankle-high ’70s specials with stamped pattern, £10 for both pairs, Brighton Marina car boot sale.
The short ones are a size too big, and too heavy and uncomfortable to redeem with a pair of thick socks and inner soles; they also make my feet look even more enormous than they are already. The black ones are better, and certainly keepers; I also like them more because they’re dead plain. Also in the pic, olive-green woollen shrug-top, £1 from an exceedingly over-enthusiastic Kiwi woman who tried to palm me off with her entire wardrobe (this top aside, I resisted).
The embroidered bedspread, by the way, is one of a pair gathered many years ago (£3, if I remember rightly) from a Brighton market. It’s recently resurfaced from the Basket of Lost Fabric, another story entirely.