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.
I paired it with a chartreuse cardi (J Crew outlet), my "new" necklace bought for $0.25 at an old lady church sale and my boots (Marshalls), to keep it from looking too Jackie O.
Not that there's anything wrong with Jackie O.
Oh, and my tres fetching cold sore. I paired it with that, too.
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.