Not a cowboy.
Not a rancher.
And certainly not a rancher’s wife.
(Not because I was a child feminist, but because I wasn’t into boys yet.)
I had the accessories, I’d done the research. I was going to be a cowgirl.
Not to mention my grandfather was a full-time cattle rancher and I loved visiting my grandparent’s farm and feeding their horses.
I LOVED horses for a while. I still love them but I think the obsession has long past.
I’m wearing: dress from Milk from a Thistle, jeans from the Jessica Simpson collection, boots are second-hand Frye boots, and purse from H&M (gift from my boyfriend).