I Am Not a Cowboy...

Cowboy Day is coming fast and quick!! On Friday, 20+ Kindergartners will be roping, riding, and galloping around for most of the day pretending to be cowboys. We will ride horses, lasso things, decorate cowboy cookies, and make cowboy crafts. We will eat franks and beans. The excitement in the house is almost tangible. So, since I'm a helper during this day, I galloped to my closet and peered inside looking for Western-wear. What did I find? Absolutely nothing. I mean, it's not like I had any illusions that I was a cowgirl. Heck, I'm as far away from being a cowgirl as you can get. I don't even look good in hats. But, come on! I've got NOTHING to wear! I'm going to be the only parent there that looks like she just rode in from the city. UGH! This is what I looked like last Cowboy Day (2006)...

My entire western claim to fame in the above picture was that I was wearing brown. Hmmm. Not good.

Here I am wearing Christian's cowboy hat. I think it's easy to see why I'm not a hat person. I sort of have it perched on the top of my head. Kind of like I'm afraid to put it on all the way. I think that I was worried about my hair. That's very un-cowboylike...

You can see where I tried to "western" it up with some wood bracelets and a necklace. But it's just not good enough. You'd think I would've put the Coke can down for the photo. Clearly, I wasn't worried about appearances.

I'm showing you these last pictures so that you can be impressed by the ginormous cowboy boot. The art teacher made this. I was so impressed by it. I am not impressed with my posture in the above picture.

So, as Cowboy Day rolls around once again, I will once again be fashion impaired. It's a familiar feeling. I have borrowed one of my dad's western shirts. It's going to be sad. Maybe I'll use Christian's hat. Or maybe I'll just stay true to the city girl that I am. Who knows...