Clothes Don’t Make the Woman

I’m off to Houston tomorrow to teach a class. A wonderful group of women have invited me to their club. Along with the invitation to teach, they are hosting me and having dinners and parties. Today my friend told me the dress code for the club and how fancy one restaurant we are going to is.

I am a carry-on only traveler. This means the shoes I usually bring are limited to the pair I wear and one pair in my suitcase. I also usually bring one outfit a day. Perhaps an extra dinner outfit, but no more.

My cousin Meredith, who lives in Houston, describes Houston as Texas Fancy. This is in direct conflict with my North Carolina casual. Now add the issue that when I am teaching I am standing up for six hours in a row, so shoe comfort is the most important issue.

Last consideration is the weather. Today it was 95° there. Thankfully it will be cooler tomorrow. Nonetheless I am always at a loss what to wear in hot fall weather. I feel like my summer clothes feel out of place as far into the fall as we are.

So as I picked out my clothes I balanced all these issues and pray that I distract the class with brilliance so no one cares what I am wearing. I don’t care what I wear I just don’t want to embarrass my hosts.