The Big Boots are an anomaly in my wardrobe, sort of. They are very rugged and western, and they only go with jeans. I actually find it difficult to put outfits to them. And I don't ride horses. But they are so nice and so inherently American that I can't bear to part with them.
Today's attempt was to pair them with the Big Sweater, an article of clothing I handle more adeptly:
I know it looks in these pictures like the outfit made no sense, but in the bright sunshine of a 28 degree New England afternoon, under a brown goose down vest and my ever present Barbour jacket, somehow it did.
I like these boots. They're the kind of thing Ulysses Grant,
and Teddy Roosevelt might have worn. And with shirts and ties at that.
Bass Weejuns? No. Traditional American? Most certainly yes. It's good to step outside the boundaries now and again.