I think that saying is about authenticity and all that--that having the hat doesn't make you a cowboy. Well, hang authenticity: I want these pink metallic chaps, and I freely admit I don't own a horse. Saw them at what LawDog calls Redneck WalMart (isn't that redundant?) but I think of it as Cowboy Walmart. It's a fabulous store. See all those hats hanging from the ceiling in the background? Fabulous. I bought a nice straw cowgirl hat that day that will keep the sun out of my eyes when I'm gardening. Great stuff.
Anyway, back to the chaps-- I won't be having these, because they are only made for small children for some sick and twisted reason. No, I wouldn't wear them in public, but they might spice up my blog posting.
Come to that, a few weeks ago, Christina said "I don't even want to know why you have a hobby horse hanging on your bedroom doorknob." Because it makes me giggle, silly. :P
Oh! I guess I do have a horse, after all! Yee Haw!
