Summertime Separation Anxiety | Living Without Boots
In all honesty, Summertime is not my favorite time of the year for several reasons.
First off, extreme sun is not my friend. I just wasn’t built for it. I’m Irish (read: fair) with skin that burns like nobody’s business. It ain’t pretty.
Secondly, I prefer Winter dressing over Summer slacking– always have. What can I say, I’m just not a shorts and flip-flops kinda guy.
My lust is for layers of patinated denim, old worn-in oilcloth, chunky woolens, beaten & abused leather jackets, belts and boots. So come Summertime, I hold on to wearing my favorite boots, jeans and jackets for as long as I can– before it’s just too darn hot. I usually make it to July, then come back in September. What do I trade ‘em in for? Clarks suede desert Chukkas, what else? Maybe a Chuck or Jack Purcell here and there on the down low. Might even breakdown and get crazy with some sandal action on the side– when my guard is down and it’s just us chickens, that is.
And in all seriousness guys– listen up, and never wear flip-flops or sandals on the job. Your co-workers (especially the ladies) should never have to be exposed to the sight of your messed-up cheetoes. Keep ‘em under wraps, bro. Please.