The Houston Rodeo is a thing here, guys. Texans dress up in jeans, plaid shirts and cowboy hats and boots they probably bought the night before at Cavender’s, just to watch some kids wrestle calves to the ground and eat nachos drowning in chili and cheese.
Well, this outfit is about as Texan as I get.
Jacket: American Eagle
Shirt: American Eagle
Skirt: American Eagle
Boots: Sam & Libby
Rings: Madewell & Forever 21
Jean jacket, floral skirt, a freaking bracelet made out of bullet shells. Yes, this is the epitome of Texas for me. Blue jeans, flowers and guns.
The rodeo isn’t really that bad if you look past the animal cruelty, overpriced alcohol and obnoxious country music blaring non-stop at the carnival. Me and a couple of old friends had a nostalgic night at the Fall Out Boy concert where I was buzzed after two beers and jumped around and sang the incorrect lyrics to “This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race.”