There was no mistaking him. I knew from clear across the store that we had a celebrity in Da Howse. While my coworker was
He was impeccably (and I do mean impeccably) dressed. Dark straight jeans, shirt and tie, plaid jacket. A fashion standout in the shopping district of Cowtown.
And what did the woman who sells clothing wear that day? Was I wearing the J. Crew black dress that I feel like a million bucks in? I got it for $6.00 at a garage sale...that's why I feel rich in it. Or the blue silk dress with the chunky exposed zipper? Or the jeans and heels that make me look ten pounds lighter?
No. No. And no.
I wore my grey linen pants that stretch and grow by the second, a white shirt that was acting up like the pants and my eight hour grandma shoes.
Oh Carson help me pleeeeeeeez. The fashion train don't go through Wichita............
..............lessen you're a cattle or a hog.