A man’s wardrobe (closet for our American cousins) should contain footwear to meet every eventuality. In my case I’ve tried to so do, with one exception, dancing pumps. I’ve been informed on many occasions that I have two left feet so it naturally follows that I have no need for dancing pumps.
Now as you may have gathered, boots are my preferred footwear and, in the unlikely event that I take up boot scooting all I’ll need to acquire is the appropriate clothing. I should advise you that I already have a reasonable collection of belt buckles. It’s an Hartley owners thing.
Like most Aussies who live in rural Australia, I wear an Akubra hat, the Aussie version of a Stetson. Our Akubras are made in Australia from genuine rabbit fur and are the favoured headwear of Australian cockies. That’s our slang for ranchers and general farmers and graziers.
Some useless information by the way, Akubra manufactured the Slouch Hat for our armed forces. In military Q store parlance they are known as,’ Hats, Khaki, Fur Felt’.
Now in order to keep the record straight, this morning I photographed my shoes and for accuracy’s sake included my two pairs of riding boots, one black pair, they’re R M Williams and one brown pair, they’re Baxters. Baxters are made right here in my home town. Of course I always wear a brown leather belt with the brown boots and a black leather belt with the black boots.
I don’t ride horses, but the riding boots are my around town footwear and blend in totally with the local cockies who wear them too.
As I’m on a health kick, I included my joggers, my walkers, my bush walking boots and my slippers that are so necessary to wear during my after exercise recovery stage.
So here they are, shoes and riding boots first, followed by sports shoes, bush walking boots, slippers and that Aussie ikon, my Akubra hat:
She who must be obeyed told me that she is worried I might next be photographing and posting about table cloths, doilies, tea towels, bath salts, nail clippers, emery boards, tea sets and more intimate items of clothing.
I’ve given her a written(in blood – mine) assurance that this will never, never occur.
After all, I’ve my image as a hard nosed Aussie Harley Biker to maintain.