October and April. Dave calls these the predictable months where I become obsessive about either snazzy winter boots or cute summer sandals. For Christmas this year, Dave ordered me this cute pair:
They didn’t quite fit right, so instead of exchanging them I foolishly decided to embark on “boot quest ’12″. Bootquest looks like endless zappos and amazon searches to find the perfect boot. It involved excitedly ordering a pair online only to receive them and not even be able to get my foot inside 
boo. Or to eagerly receive this pair and slip into the soft suede- only to have my loving husband comment “they look a little colonial williamsburg-ish”
Nine West's Barstool boot
To be fair to Dave, the boots did look weird and I had to agree- it looked like I was going to listen to some minstrels, watch a joust of some sort and eat a giant turkey leg on a stick at a ren-fair. Back in the box, shipped back only to continue boot quest ’12. I am kicking myself for not going to Fontana’s Footwear while I was in Ithaca, NY this past New Years. Fontana’s- a tiny store right off of Cornell’s campus has the best selection of cute, practical and comfy boots I have ever found. On this boot quest I have decided to only try on boots in a store, and to go shopping with a girlfriend who won’t make comments about resembling people from colonial willaimsburg. By the time I find the perfect pair, it will be time for sandals!
Writing this post about bootquest has me curious blog friends; what’s your reaction when someone writes about fashion that typically writes about spirituality? Is it something you enjoy reading or thinking about, see as frivolous, a waste of time, or a fun way God has given us to express our uniqueness? The reason I ask is that I recently read an article by Duane Litfin, former president of Wheaton College, entitled Clothing Matters: What we wear to church. While some of you may not go to church or see any reason to put on something special to go to church, it brought up something I’ve been thinking about for awhile. Why does it seem that Christian women are either gnostic when it comes to fashion- i.e. “God doesn’t care about our external bodies so it really doesn’t matter what I wear…” or licentiousness “God doesn’t care about our external bodies so getting dolled up in designer jeans really has nothing to do with my spirituality.” Where do you tend to fall in this spectrum of a theology of fashion so to speak?
"OMG, do you see what she's wearing?" muggin' with my sister a few summers ago
