My last post was all about my adventures in shaving the Girl Bits and what I packed for Utah. All that talk about personal business and what do y’all comment on? Socks and sandals.

Listen, darlings, I’m a fashion girl. I not only read a good dozen fashion magazines every month, I pay attention. I know all about accessories and designers and I can even spot some designers by the fabric they used that season. (That purple floral print from Michael Kors last year is still my favorite print ever.) I *know* I should not wear socks with sandals. I will not be going to the place with socks and sandals. The socks will be just in case I can’t walk anymore without them. Because fashionista I might be but I am also a whiny baby. They will be an emergency measure, that’s it.

Or I should say they *would* have been an emergency measure but UT girl has put her foot down and said “no way, no how.” Remember word problems from elementary school? Here’s one for you.

No socks allowed + no flip flops allowed + I only brought flip flops and girl shoes = a perfectly lovely reason to go shopping!