About a year ago, I left the world of print journalism to pursue a marketing career with a regional construction/ concrete/ manufacturing company.
The transition was a slight resurrection of my childhood. In my formative years, my family owned a construction company, which meant that Chris and I spent a lot of time at construction sites surrounded by dozers and dirt and wearing s#@! kickers (example below). I still have the t-shirt I'm wearing in this picture. And no, that doesn't make me a hoarder.
If I learned anything early on in life, it was that you can't go to a construction site without a pair of s#@! kickers on your feet. No one will take you seriously.
So, shortly after we returned from our honeymoon, I was scheduled to go to Southmayd, Texas, to coordinate a catered dinner for some potential clients. This would also require me to enter the construction site, and to me that meant one thing, I needed some s#@! kickers immediately.
Ty was thrilled that I wanted some boots and drove me to Cavender's Western Wear that next weekend, and we bought these.
I'd never been to Cavender's before and was shocked to see they had such stylish footwear and Seven Jeans. In light of these new discoveries, I considered becoming a card-carrying cowgirl.
But, I realize that I never could be a true cowgirl. After all, I went shopping for an outfit to wear to a construction site. But what choice did I have? Ballet flats? The construction group would have laughed me off site while simultaneously telling me I'm breaking safety regulation. I tried to act natural in my new s#@! kickers. I tried to act like I'd had them forever, but I think everyone knew they were brand new.
My excuse: I never needed s#@! kickers to meet a story deadline.