This might surprise you - wear a western style shirt, complete with pearl buttons and silver embroidered wagon wheels in downtown Dallas in the middle of a work week, and people look at you. It's like they can't help themselves. They just go a little bug-eyed. Pretty hilarious. And honestly, I couldn't tell if it was "What is that woman wearing?" or "Damn! Is there a rodeo and nobody told me?" Texas. It could go either way.
But it's just goes to show how homogenized Dallas is getting. Once upon a time, a cowboy shirt would have been at least considered snappy dressing (ha ha), if not comme il faut. About the only people you see wearing western shirts in downtown Big D are greasy alterna-rock-country singers any more. And most of them get by wearing a trucker hat and a faux vintage beer shirt from Urban Outfitters. Oh, you can still see real western wear, but it tends to be outside the city limits. Most people are too self-conscious to strut the pearl buttons where somebody they work with might see them.
Not me. If I'm invited to a cowboy barbecue and Bubba Olympics (no, I'm not exaggerating there), I will come dressed appropriately. My Mama raised me right. I can also be appropriately attired for a luau, Fat Tuesday fete, white trash bash or Chinese New Year. And can come up with something for just about any themed occasion on very short notice. I believe firmly in getting into the spirit of things. It helps that I'm virtually unembarassable.
So, me and my too cute shirt are off to eat some barbecue and shoot some cans (evidently this is what one does at a Bubba Olympics). Yeehaw, baby.
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