Western Style Boots

Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.

My favourite pair of shoes is a trusty pair of boots. These boots hold a special place in my heart because they’re my faithful fairground companions. Over the years, they’ve accompanied me to various local fairgrounds, where I’ve enjoyed the festivities to the fullest.

As a country girl, I frequent the local agricultural fairs, and the Merrickville fair is my absolute favourite. Every August, I eagerly pull out my boots from the closet, dust them off, and get ready for a fun-filled day. Since Merrickville is my hometown, attending the fair feels like coming home. I love hobnobbing with the locals, reminiscing about past fairs, and creating new memories.

My boots and I make the most of the fair, boot-scooting our way through every booth and barn. We ride the attractions, visit the beer tent to catch up with friends, and dance to live music at the beach. The dust flies as I kick up my heels in my beloved cowgirl boots.

These boots have been my faithful companions at many fairs, including the Lombardy Fair, which holds a special place in my heart. It was there, in 2000, that my boyfriend (now husband) took me on our first date. We had an amazing time watching the mud bog races, riding the attractions, and winning a cute stuffed animal at one of the game booths.

As we enjoyed the music at the stage, I was smitten – and the band, possibly Tragically Hip, became a pleasant background memory.

When I slip into my beloved boots, I feel an undeniable rush of joy and confidence. The worn leather molds to my feet, a reminder of the countless memories we’ve shared. With each step, I stand a little taller, my feet rooted in the comfort and security of my trusty boots.

They are longer just reserved for the fairgrounds or special occasions, my boots have become a constant in my daily life. I wear them to run errands, meet with friends, and explore the countryside. The more I wear them, the more they seem to become an extension of myself.

The broken-in leather has a level of comfort that’s hard to match. My feet feel completely at home, whether I’m strolling through the village or dancing under the stars. It’s as if my boots have become a part of my identity, a symbol of my country roots and carefree spirit.

As I look down at my boots, now scuffed and worn from countless adventures, I’m reminded of the simple pleasures in life. My boots may be just a piece of footwear to some, but to me, they represent the joy of living, the comfort of familiarity, and the confidence that comes with being true to oneself.