*Guest post by Francisca Ovalle – recapping her Grammy experience and of course, what she wore*
Last Thursday morning I got up nice and early to make my 9am flight from JFK to LAX. Ouch. With all four dresses sealed in tissue paper and stuffed in my suitcase, I made my way to the airport and onto the plane wearing the dressiest, most comfortable outfit that looked west coast cool and could take me from 6am EST to 10pm PST — literally.
I sported a silk long-sleeved Tibi blouse in a summer orange with paisley and polka dot yellows and browns, my usual black Levi jeans, my brown hooded Vince undercoat, and my new pair of 2-inch patent leather Salvatore Ferragamo shoes. That look was supposed to take me through middle seat naps, various car rides, the taping of a Conan show, and dinner at a rodeo-themed restaurant next to the Andaz (our glamorous home for four amazing nights) — and I’m proud to report it did just that.