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It’s so iconic, it’s almost a part of the scenery. It’s not a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it kind of scene, it’s too big and solid and bold for that. It’s more of a turn-the-corner-and-of-course-it’s-there kind of comfort. Like the perfect glass of sweet tea. Your grandmother’s quilt. Your daddy’s hand on your head. It’s just there.
Except, it’s more than just there. It’s a treasure trove. One I’d liken to searching through your great-grandad’s barn to find a dusty trunk, prying open the lid and finding the gifts of generations. That’s shopping at Workman’s these days.
When I was younger, my mother, beautiful and elegant, would drive around back to the top of the bluff and park up close. My sister and I would pick our way down the steep concrete paths to the top of the store, where the ladies’ department was housed. My mama would shop for tight, high-waisted, cowgirl jeans (y’all know what I’m talking about), the button-up to match, and coordinated belt while we’d play on the long set of steps that led downstairs to the mens’ section and the boot room, where my Papa would purchase his special-sized Carhartt’s and the same pair of boots once a year (round-toe, rubber-soled, soft brown leather).
We’d look up from that top step to peek at my mother in her turned-out glam and then turn to tap dance downstairs and back up again, pretending we were dancing cowgirls. Because, of course, we were. It was good, and safe, and warm.
I’m not a cowgirl. Two horse “incidents” later, I traded in reins for a briefcase. But man, I can rock a pair of boots. I spend my time writing about cowgirls, who rock boots like nobody’s business. In Oklahoma, especially in Tahlequah, I think a small part of us will always be cowgirls and cowboys, college allegiance aside.
I went in to Workman’s myself a little while ago. I was having my headshots redone and needed something that made me feel like a dancing cowgirl. I was hesitant. I was worried it would be dated, that I’d end up with something that Reba would have worn in the eighties (which, let’s be real, isn’t that bad of an idea). I needn’t have been worried.
Some things were the same. Everyone smiled when I walked in off Main Street. The long staircase was still there. The friendly helpfulness was apparent. It smelled the same. But it was different. Y’all, Kasey, Miranda and Carrie could all come shop here. The styles are pure cowgirl. But then, not. There is fun, and functional, and stylish. Young, youngish, and younger. There is something for everyone. And it’s cool as all get-out.
Garth, Luke, and King George could go downstairs. A farmer. A hunter. A cowboy. You need it, they’ve got it. Apparel, clothes, belts, boots. You want it, come get it.
I walked out with the coolest options, perfect for roping that iconic, staid bravery of those that tamed the Wild West. Suede and silk. Wild print and fringe. Strong and tested brands.
Durable. Stylish. Cool.
Workman’s currently sits on the site of an old gas station where Robert Workman worked his way through college. After college and working his way across the U.S. to Alaska and back, he purchased that gas station and garnered a contract with JC Penney to build a store on that site. A whole bunch of dynamite later, the gas station was gone and the rocky hillside had a hole. JC Penney’s scheduling issues caused them to back out of the contract and Workman’s opened for business on May 10, 1968.
Robert Workman and his son Charles (Chuck) Workman continued to operate the family business until Robert was diagnosed with cancer and passed away in 1996. Chuck continued the family business until May 2016, when his daughter, Angela, took over.
As a third generation owner, Angie is proud to shoulder the huge honor of continuing the family legacy. As a kid, she and her sisters would hang out at the store after school, and even today, their children are coming to do the same. Workman’s has always been, and continues to be, a family tradition.
You may have noticed some old turned new changes at Workman’s. Angela’s goal for the process is for the store to be appealing to new customers who have never visited, but also ensure the character remains for customers who have shopped there for over forty years. She’s psyched to carry on the legacy of Workman’s: the hometown store where you can find most everything you need at a reasonable price.
Workman’s is the official flagship store of our Posse Wear collections. A partnership years in the making, it’s the perfect place to house the brand that flies the flag of sassy rebelle peacekeepers. The Posse is proud to call Workman’s home.