Feeling like a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader (minus the booty shorts)!

Last night was our photo night for the pageant. It was great and a lot of fun. There are 26 contestants, so it was interesting to watch them try to configure us all into one photo. They even had the fans blowing on us. After group shots I had my headshots done. It's a fun experience and not something I would otherwise have the opportunity to do. I'm excited to see how everything turned out. I really got to meet and talk to a lot of the women and I think they are just great. It seems like everyone is just as intimidated as I am in being around so many great women. Oh and I shocked the photographer with my age and the fact that I have three kids...again. Anyway here are two shots I got last night of me with my fellow pageant buddies. Sasha, Natalie, and I

Me, Tiffany, Emily, and Camille

(Oh and by the way, I did wear my first pair of skinny jeans and check out those shoes!)

Wanted: Someone to give me some fashion advice!

It's quite pathetic actually. I went shopping yesterday to find something to wear for the pageant photos that are in a week. I knew exactly what shirt I wanted, but that is where it ended. We need jeans you see, and since all the jeans I own make me look like I have no rear end or a saggy one, it would only seem necessary that I purchase some. I keep hearing about skinny jeans, actually I've been hearing about them for a while now, and I have never put my legs through a pair. I thought, what the heck, and asked the gal where I would find some in the store. I was so embarrased to admit I was that behind on fashion. Then I check out the shoes. I see folks walking around with those skinny jeans and pumps which is so foreign a concept to me. I also see people in shoes that do not match their outfits and since when do people wear hot pink or purple high heeled shoes? I know you are laughing at my ignorance. Anyways, I grab a couple of funky shoes some tiny jeans and head for the dressing room laughing already at the thought of what I'm going to look like. Let me tell you, I felt like an idiot. I happened to walk out of the dressing room to look at a better mirror and the door shut behind me and locked. I was horrified at the thought of having to walk out of the dressing room in these pants that I look like I've been poured into. I had to go get the girl to unlock it and I ask her "are you supposed to look like you've been poured into these things?" She's like,"they look great on you...I can't wear them, but you pull them off." Lady...ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I ended up buying everything and bringing it home so my dear hubbie could help me out. He just laughs and says he knows nothing about fashion. I sure wish I could go shopping with someone who knows what's up as far as fashion goes. I think I'm going to end up sticking to what I know, so I don't come off as self concious. I'm a classic girl. I like the mature sophisticated look, that is when I'm not in my jeans, you know the normal flare kind, and my sweaters. If you've got any advice and want to go shopping or you just want to come along and laugh at me, you just let me know!