My take on the Urban Cowboy Cowgirl. With a hint of neon and a prim and proper neck.

Appearances can be deceiving.  The Urban Cowgirl loves a flash of skin.

These boots were made for Walken walkin’… to acting class, and the laundromat, and gypsy busses to Jersey, and that cafe I like, and the bodega for a club soda because I drank too much last night.

(Boots are good for dancing, too.)

A giant bag is a New York necessity for holding subway reading, and my planner, and monologues, and coffee cards, and a purple pen, and three types of condoms.

A good hair day always means that it will be a good life day.

Just don’t try to cat call at me.  I’ll probably flip you off.