Some people might think I dress a bit like a mountain hick, and you know what? I like it that way.
I love wearing cowboy boots.
And hats.
And spurs.
Just kidding, no spurs.
Two hundred dollars jeans are nice, and okay I will admit, yes once upon a time I owned a pair of True Religions or two, but regular old Levi’s seem to suit my butt just fine these days.
My taste in clothing seems to revolve more towards rodeo clown these days then Haute Couture.
The other day I was at the mall and I came across leggings with fringe.
I wanted them SO bad.
Anyone who knows me, knows I love me some leggings. They are beyond comfortable. And they do make my ass look great.
But I controlled my inner Dolly Parton and put the yeehaw leggings back on the shelf.
Where on earth, I mean besides the Brandin Iron, would I possibly wear these? I might regret this decision one day, but I did not purchase the fringed leggings.
Instead I invested in yet another vest, because, really I can not control myself.