I've been shopping for days. This weekend I looked in my closet and realized that I'll be teaching professionally in a week and have nothing but ill-fitting jeans and T shirts to my name. Oh, and I have that one pair of shorts without a button. Yup, that's it.
So I went on a quest to find clothes that were professional, fun, comfortable, and a little bit me. I've not created a dream wardrobe, but for only a couple hundred dollars I think I've managed to completely repackage myself as credible, creative, and authoritative but not unapproachable. It's a delicate balance, you know. Yeah, whoever said you can't judge a book by its cover obviously had little to no fashion sense.
In other shopping news, the quest for a dress for Deborah's wedding continues. Not for me, for Liz. After fruitlessly combing the earth for a pink or purple dress, we petitioned for an immediate change of colors. Our attempt was successful, and now we are scouting for a brown or light blue dress with sleeves and a reasonable décolleté. This is harder than finding the pepto colored options of last week. It's not the color, it's the cut. Apparently formal dresses are like women in Hollywood (a la Goldie Hawn in The First Wives Club:) There's "Babe, District Attorney, and Driving Miss Daisy." While I, along with most others, would agree that Liz is "babe," she's not 19-year-old-cocktail-babe, and there's nothing between that cheerleader bit and DA. Daisy is out of the question.
So today we head to the outlet stores. Shoes for me. Dress for Liz. Pray for us.
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