Okay, can we discuss a few things before I get to whatever point I’m going to make or not make in this post?
First, do not be afraid of the Fashion Fiesta. It’s supposed to be fun and comical. A light-hearted look at how mamas really dress when they aren’t being featured on Oprah’s makeover shows.
So, show us your yoga pants and t-shirts and we’ll all be united in peace and yoga-pant loving harmony.
And if you think your closet it too boring to share? Here’s a secret.
I just don’t let that stop me.
True confession. At this very moment I am wearing some cutoff olive green cargo shorts from Old Navy circa 2002 and a UCLA baseball t-shirt that says PAC-6, when clearly the PAC-6 has been the PAC-10 for many, many years now.
Needless to say it’s a hot look pulled right from the pages of “Hobo Weekly”.
So, no stress on showing us some incredible closet full of coordinated, up-to-the-minute ensembles with perfect accessories. Mine will be more along the lines of a hall of shame.
Secondly, I saw Lara Flynn Boyle in the HEB on Monday.
I wish there were more to the story, like that we talked all about what it was like to date Jack Nicholson and if he ever takes off his sunglasses, but there’s not.
She was headed to the produce department. I was headed to the cereal aisle. I thought she looked familiar and couldn’t place where I knew someone who was 4’11’ and weighed 76 pounds, unless it was someone from Caroline’s Pre-K class.
Then I realized it was Lara Flynn Boyle.
And she had on some cool red shoes and a Mexican-style embroidered top.
It kills me that there isn’t more to the story.
I even had my camera with me. But what was I going to do? Take a picture of her picking out a bunch of grapes?
I totally should have taken a picture of her picking out a bunch of grapes.
Okay, so yesterday I drove to the Outlet Mall in San Marcos to meet my friend Vicki. Because although we have talked numerous times on the phone and through email, we’ve never met in person. And since she’s in Austin and I’m in San Antonio, it was a natural choice to meet at the little slice of heaven known as the Outlet Mall.
We met at Johnny Rockets for lunch because there is no firmer foundation for a friendship than cheese fries. Or really any type of cheese product.
We had just ordered our Diet Cokes when her cell phone rang and she excused herself to answer it. She came back to the table, apologized profusely, and explained that she needed to head back to Austin because she had been asked to be on CNN for a segment on The Glenn Beck Show.
If I had a dime for every time one of my friends has had to leave a lunch date to go be on CNN, then I guess I would now have one dime.
So, I told Vicki to run, run like the wind, and get to Austin because if there is anything more important than cheese fries and shopping, then it’s being on national television.
Oh I kid.
Nothing is more important than shopping.
However, national television appearances are a very close second.
Anyway, she left and I found myself all alone at Johnny Rocket’s staring out the window at a J.Crew outlet store. And since I would have hated to make the drive for no reason, especially with gas prices being what they are, I decided to stay and shop.
Gulley was watching Caroline for me and I had to be back by 2:30, so there was a critical time factor. However, I have been blessed with the gift of fashion discernment. I can scan the interior of a store for 2.7 seconds and intuitively know if there is anything in there worth trying on.
My gift served me well yesterday because I was able to hit about twenty-eight different stores, while wearing wedge heel shoes no less, in about an hour and a half.
And you know what I bought?
A pair of green flip-flops for Gulley.
And while I am so happy that I found some flip-flops for my friend who has been in need of bargain-priced green shoes, I cannot express my disappointment in the overall fashion selection.
I’d like the opportunity to go on CNN and discuss it.
I wonder if Vicki can hook me up?
Or maybe I could ask Lara Flynn Boyle next time I see her at HEB.