$1 Thursday: black floral dress
I wore this to the cowboy bar that was accurately reviewed as “authentic”. I parked my old-lady-Buick in a row of 4 pick-ups and an SUV truck. The clientele skewed older, with quite a few AARP-eligible men singing great versions of George Strait songs in their big belt buckles and cowboy hats as the occasional couple took to the smallish dance floor. I was aiming for a vague Patsy Cline/June Carter Cash look with this outfit. We’ll be back again, and I’ll sing something by Reba.