This was the outfit I wore for the impending rapture. Instead of being raptured though, I took the kids to what is loosely being termed, "Motorsports Madness". Dirt bike races, demolition derby, mud wrestling, debauchery... We tried to stay away from the debauchery and ended up watching the rest of the hockey game from underneath a picnic shelter. A car caught on fire within the last few minutes of a very exciting game, which I didn't notice until I realised that I was the only one jumping up and screaming my head off when Tampa Bay Lightning won. I may be "prissy" as my sister likes to tease, but sporting events make me turn into a belching, heckling, arse scratching, expletive-screaming super fan.
Dress: Gifted (sister)
Tank: Calvin Klein
Gladiators: American Eagle for Payless
I realise that I am essentially wearing what could be construed as a straw cowboy hat, but I fit right in with the locals and I don't like it when I get too freckly in the summer so I wear hats in the sun. My parents gave me some weird mix of brown(ish) skin + my redheaded father's freckles, so I blame them. This was also my first outing for these sandals, because you know if you're thinking that you might meet Jesus that day, it helps if you and he are wearing the same shoes.