I'm about to go to a barbeque, which means a change of clothes is in order. While at the apartment where the barbeque is being held earlier this afternoon, I was forced to try on both a Betsey Johnson dress and a Chicago basketball jersey, since my jeans-and-turtleneck ensemble was deemed unacceptable. Neither of these were doing it for me, so I decided to go home and change. What would be perfect are these dark khaki bermuda shorts from the Gap, which I almost bought but which Kate said make me look like a boy. I ended up buying this skirt, which seems a bit too hippie-dippy to eat a hamburger in, but I'm all for challenging the accepted order of things, and perhaps paired with cowboy boots, the look will be more Texas than (the former) Upper West Side.