Road Trip! --part 2

After my first visit, I probably drove another 6 or 7 hours to Hammond, Louisiana, where I had booked a motel across the street from a truck stop. This one was about $60 for the night, and I did get internet, a nice bed, some heat, a granite shower and tub, and a kind of strange room setup. I don't really mind these motels. It's kind of nice to park your car three feet from your door. I wasn't too sure about the one lock, so I wedged a chair under the door handle like they do in the movies.

I got a good night's sleep, and I had plenty of time to get ready the next morning before driving into New Orleans. I even watched a little SVU while I was getting ready. Then I set up my tripod and got serious about the outfit selfie. Well... not too serious.

Did I mention that, while hiking up my skinny jeans, I might have tugged a little too hard on one of the belt loops? Yep. That happened. It's not the first time, either. I have a bad habit of wearing tight jeans and pulling them up high on my waist. They just look better on my shape that way. Low-rise jeans are not made for me.

Those are the same fabulous Else skinnies from the day before, with a $3 belt from Target and a Tommy Hilfiger shirt from the boys clearance section at Macy's. I love tucking button-down shirts into skinny jeans. I think it's a saucy look for us curvy girls. It definitely looks better if your jeans come closer to your actual waist. That, plus some cute accessories and attention to your hair and makeup, keep the look saucy and feminine.

As you can see, I did my hair up big. I love it when I can get my hair looking like something you'd find on the set of Mad Men. Joan Holloway is one of my greatest inspirations.

New Orleans was very, very cool. I got a tour of a law school in which I am interested, and then I explored the surrounding area. I hit up the bookstore and found a cute, if somewhat garish, sweatshirt on the clearance rack for about $7. Probably the coolest souvenir of my whole trip.

I took a streetcar to Bourbon Street and explored the French Quarter. Let's just say that the gentlemen along Bourbon Street were very complimentary. I know you have to take things that guys on the street say with a grain of salt, but sometimes it does lift your mood. Even if it goes against everything I try to stand for as a strong, independent woman. Sometimes it just feels good to have a drunk homeless man tell you that you're the most beautiful woman in all of New Orleans.

There was no fancy new outfit for my third and final visit, because it ended up being really cold, so I just threw on a puffer vest from the Gap Outlet in Vicksburg over my Tommy Hilfiger plaid button down. I tried to dress it up a little with a cute little necklace, but I still found myself woefully underdressed when the only other person to show up for the tour and class was wearing a suit. Yikes! Whatever, though. The property class I sat in was actually really interesting. I think I might be able to do this law school thing.