The entire event was so inspiring, so joyful, so emotional. It was every good thing about being a woman - topped off with a shot of red lipstick.
I had to dig deep to find something to wear. I wasn't going to be the girl who shows up at something called Hello Gorgeous! looking drab.
My gorgey Shabby Apple wonder saved the day.
I hadn't worn it in a while and, truth be told, I could have benefited from some Spanx. And a lint roller. But I just kept hitching it down and sucking it in.
Not that there's anything wrong with Jackie O.
And an aqua bangle that failed to make the frame.
I rolled home after 4 hours of partying, 1 visit to the jail, and a mad-dash in a freak November rain shower and had Cory snap a couple pics while the neighbor's son watched the whole spectacle from his porch.
(My life rarely makes sense anymore. I've accepted it.)
I must say, it was fun to have a reason to zip into something fancy for a change. It put me in the mood for more party dresses, so I did a little pretend shopping.
This is my hands-down favorite. Swoon! (Also most expensive. Figures.)
This makes me want to go ride a horse.
I could go on and on.
I'm thinking this might be a good time to embrace some party dressing. Even if I have to throw the party myself.