So not a Southern Belle

A friend and I were discussing how we can never achieve the perfect outfit. There is always a mustard stain here (her) or an untamed bra strap waiting to jump out at moments notice (me).  This is why I am so not a southern belle. While I wish I could say that I'm the type of girl that never has a hair out of place it's just not meant to be no matter how hard I try.

See what I mean? I thought my underpinnings were secure and squared away but that bastard bra crept up anyway. Oh and say hello to my little friend. Yes that is a shrimp tattoo. Yes it is a little silly but it felt appropriate getting it last year after the BP oil spill disaster.  When I moved back home to New Orleans I ate so much shrimp that I seriously thought I might give myself a shellfish allergy.

Oh and don't tell me I need to cut the grass in the backyard. I've been too busy to bust out the weed wacker and our old school push lawn mower.

Bodysuit: American Apparel

Skirt: Forever 21

Flats: Steve Madden