Can I Wear Tall Boots Yet?

Contributing post by Gracie Ziegler

In the South especially, there are certain, undeniable fashion rules. From white shoes to seersucker, from letters to team colors - these rules are steadfast and true.

However, there is one rule that seems to have some gray area, and that is the Tall Boot Rule. 

October 1 is the first day of Tall Boot season - no if's, and's, or but's...Unless it's really great fall weather consistently through the second week of September, then the first day of fall (which is September 21 this year) could kick it off. So mathematically speaking, it's just over a week between Fall day 1 and October 1. But for some of us, that's just too long to wait.

To help break down the rules around Tall Boots even further, it's helpful to understand the timing breakdown...



May through August... for the wellbeing of your own body (and your boots), tall boots are just not practical. "Swamp Foot" is real y'all! It's that thing where your feet and legs are so hot, and dare I say moist (ew - worst word) that the insides of your boots begin to resemble the atmosphere of a swamp.

TBL - Tall Boot Limbo

Pretty much most of September, and also March and April.

This is such  a tough time, and the struggle is real.

With the launch of the PSL coming earlier and earlier and holiday decor being out in July at craft stores, it's easy to get caught up and want to bring out all of your sweaters and leggings and boots and wear them ALL. But take a minute and breathe in, breathe out. You've got this. You can make it a few more weeks in your fab summer attire that you were promised would be a "great transition piece."

Then comes Easter. All the pretty frilly dresses and white shoes show up on Easter Sunday and EVERYONE is oh so ready for spring, but of course there's always a cold snap - what's a tall boot wearer to do? Better judgement tells us to put the boots down and walk away slowly. There's only 180 days between April 1 and October 1. You can do it!



These can be worn year-round whenever you want, no questions asked as they are technically not tall boots.

•          Cowboy Boots

•          Rainboots, or Wellies

•          Ankle Booties

And just to be crystal clear, this is all for fun and games, and _____ straight rules are meant to be broken! I love all my shoes. I wish I could wear them all, all the time, but I can't. So instead I make up rules, tips and tricks to get me through these crazy times.

In the best interest of everyone, #YouDoYou and just watch the weather, be careful not to get your suede or velvet wet, and make your attire selection appropriately - you will be beautiful and fabulous no matter what.

See you and your boots on October 1, or maybe September 21...let's wait on the weather!



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Gracie Ziegler

Gracie, her husband Mike and Presley, their 16-year-old “Lab-ish” are Fayetteville natives and plan to always call it home. Gracie enjoys a good bottle of wine, Razorback tailgating and entertaining. One of her favorite F words is “fabulous.” She has a passion for travel and experiencing new places … and she literally has a blog called   As the Marketing Manager for Convenience Foodservice at Tyson, she can tell you precisely where the best snacking destinations are on your next cross country road trip, as well as a whole lot about Millennial eating habits. She’s a graduate of the University of Arkansas Creative Writing department, and loves the combination of words and food and fashion whenever possible.Gracie is also a hardcore volunteer, activist and advocate throughout Northwest Arkansas.Being a self-proclaimed social media super-nerd, she stays connected on multiple social media platforms - so you probably know all those things about her already if you follow her.If you don’t already, you can follow her on Facebook as well as on Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat – all at @graciefabulous. 

Happy Birthday to me!

So, it’s been a week… a week since I made the grand exit from my 30’s with a fabulous entrance into my 40’s. Three words… What. The Heck. Yes, I cleaned it up… you’re welcome. How can this be? I’m sure my parents are kind of wondering the same thing while they comb thru their abundance of grey hair so generously provided by me. It happened, I turned 40. I remember when 40 was considered “Over the Hill.” Wait, is it still? Hope not! I’m not over the hill… I’m simply 40, happily married (shockingly yes and if you know Colby, you know he’s doing the Colby giggle right now too) have two beautiful boys that share my amazing DNA… they’ll thank me later, I just know it, and own my own business with the best business partner on the face of the planet… paws off, she’s mine, all mine… and Ramon’s too. I live in a state I never thought I’d live in, also known as The Gold Bubble. Get it? Good. I’m sure I’m supposed to write amazing philosophical thoughts but y’all, that’s so not me. Instead… 

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you from the very bottom of my ‘over the hill’ heart. Thank you to my parents for keeping me alive for 18+ years. Thank you to my husband for being my best friend for 10+ years. Thank you for the calls, voicemails (McCord, Marilyn never gets old), texts, social media posts (Bird, I could kill you for posting that horrendous pic, but I won’t… just going to tell myself that I look better than that now), likes, & loves, celebrations (y’all know who you are), cards, cupcakes, cakes, flowers ( I have the best brother in law!), prezzies, libations, dinners, donuts, balloons, etc. THANK YOU for all of it. Truly. I’m the first one to say ‘hello, it’s Kasietober, it’s all about me for 31 days.’ But truth be told, I get a little gun shy when it comes right down to it. Shocker, I know. But really, thank you.


[ya'll, click thru those pics, they're kinda fun and you get to see my super cute kids!]

Now back to the real fact… I’m 40. Perhaps the more I type it the more I’ll get it. For now, I just kinda think I’m 39 and hanging. I’m sure it’ll slap me upside the face when one of our always cute interns pops off with … Snoop Dog, I know him, he’s known for Drop It Like It’s Hot. UM, NO HE IS NOT, PLEASE GOOGLE AND TRY AGAIN. Or… I love old music from the 80s. BLANK STARE.  And a recent fave… Princess Lei, what was she in? Oh wait, is she the one with the buns on her head? WINNER. I sort of feel like Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused where I get older and everyone else stays the same age and yet they never understand why I think I’m so funny or bust out in song while they just stare at me. It’s ok, I tell myself. And if it’s not… there’s always Leslie there to give me the laugh and boost I need. And while I type this, she just walked in my office with not one, not two, not even three, but a package ofSIX 40th Birthday candles. Are SIX 40th Birthday candles really necessary? We get it, we 40 year olds are older. Check the box, move on. But SIX huge 40th Birthday candles? On one cake? No, I don’t think so. Not cool. You either get ONE 40th Birthday candle or 40 little candles… you don’t get both. It’s like heels and swimsuits, you don’t get both unless you’re on a pole. Click here for the reference… a cover-up buys you a wedge. [mini rant, not sure where that came from]

In summary, just wanted to give a shout out of thanks…