This is the night I felt like I had "nothing to wear." As much as I know this statement is always a lie, on certain nights it feels like the most honest thing I could protest. I decided to wear a loose tee that smelled of barbecue, a sequined skirt I thought I would only ever wear in Vegas, and my cowboy boots (which I should just start referring to as my feet since they are worn so often). July 4th weekend in Austin, Texas. Gotta love it.
