Living out of a suitcase just alerted me to exactly how superficial I really am. I'm on my way to the club in Dallas and I didn't bring any party shoes. I was rushing and hadn't really unpacked well from Phoenix. Darnit.
Now I'm on my way out mis-matched and I'm afraid tomorrow some diva is going to have me on her blog like "Look at this girl who had on party jeans with picnic shoes."
Oh, and I almost forgot. I left all of my clutches at home, so I only have my red sack with me. I'm leaving it in the car and going in (gasp) purseless.
Your girl is in Texas all kinds of wrong.