Thanks to a generous gift from my husband’s grandfather, I am now the proud owner of my very own cowgirl pants. The generous gift being cash, not the actual garment.
I grew up in Washington state (NOT cowgirl country), so I was unaware until very recently that there was such a thing as cowgirl pants. When I pressed the issue with my husband (born and raised in Texas, very much cowgirl country), all he could come up with was, ‘Tight. Real tight.’
When we got married a few years back, I bought myself a cowgirl hat. A shapeable, black-and-gray mottled number, accented with turquoise bits. It’s perhaps a little flashy, but it tickled me, so it joined my collection of hats I never wear.
A few months ago, I found a cowboy store in Frederick, MD, because my husband decided he needed a new cowboy hat. He didn’t find anything he liked, but I sure did. I found my very first cowgirl shirt! It’s a completely impractical rhinestoned-handwash-only piece, but it really is quite becoming. And since my husband didn’t find anything he liked, I had to buy something to make the trip worthwhile. I’m pretty sure that’s the law.
And that’s when I found out about cowgirl pants. My husband informed me that none of my jeans cut the mustard as cowgirl pants. When he couldn’t explain what, exactly that meant, I gave up all hope of ever finding any.
Until I found myself in Texas with $100 (thanks Danny!) burning a hole in my pocket, and in close proximity to all kinds of western wear stores.
And so I tried on all kinds of jeans, all the while with my husband saying, ‘No …. tighter …’ I finally found the perfectly tight pair (I’m pretty sure I can only wear them on skinny days). And then, of course, I needed some authentic boots. And also, I was informed, a rhinestone belt. The first belt I fell in love with was $85, so I quickly fell out of love, and found a … cheaper option.
Now, my outfit is complete. Someone find me a rodeo!
3 replies on “cowgirl pants”
Although I’m told that this is a participatory blog, I just can’t see it being prudent for me to comment on ‘tight-pants’ posts. But – I think there needs to be a followup post about your adventures in suburbia (or church, or something) wearing the hat, shirt, pants, and boots.
Akaemi,
I am still shocked and amazed that we spent all of the time in a western wear store and YOU are the one that bought an outfit. My son has obviously forgotten his roots. I am sure you will look like the perfect cowgirl although you may need to come back to the Houston Rodeo for it to be fully appreciated.
One more thing, your site is much more interesting than your husband’s. You have blogs and pictures of me!!
This is a very good entry. I don’t know how I stumbled upon it, but it was worth reading