Dear Readers, I think you’d be proud of me. I made it to the Cannes Film Festival, and I repped San Marcos so hard. Some of you might remember the summer I taught at Texas State and challenged myself to incorporate a swimsuit into my “teacherwear” every single day. The students loved my fun little attempts at river-ready fashion, where I could transition directly from hot professor to melting pedestrian to sweltering mermaid desperate for a 72-degree plunge.
Well, I took those same lessons with me to Cannes, France, rocking off-offoff red carpet looks infused with Mediterranean Sea-ready one-piece swimsuits. #crushedit I quickly realized: You can take the girl outta San Marcos, but you can’t take the San Marcos outta that girl. I did not blend in with the Hollywood elites, botox babes and vocal fry fratties galore. I stood out like a petite sore thumb, confidently weaving through the crowds in cut-off jorts, sandals and vintage beachwear.
I did bring an LBD with me — that’s a little black dress, for those unfamiliar with one of the most essential staples in a woman’s wardrobe. And where did I find this gem? On the ground in Porto a couple years back, near a trash can overflowing with fashion misfits. This dress is magic: It crumples into a bag and never wrinkles. As I packed her up, I whispered, “Girl, you are about to fulfill your destiny.” She was born to shine.
