There’s this red dress. I bought it a year ago for BlogHer in New York. It worked well when I tried it on and held my breath and posed just right.
In practice, it was a little difficult to negotiate after several free drinks. I didn’t care, I was with my beesh . . . look at our smiles.
I was shimmied into it when it didn’t really fit in January. I didn’t care. I was with my girls.
Mishi thought I was pretty and took pretty pictures of me in my red dress.
Now I feel awkward with my pretty pictures. I’ve yanked this picture out of this post at least twice. I almost deleted the whole post out of teh awkward.
But I was thinking of my dress . . . it should fit better now . . . I have no place to wear it and throw my arms around my friends to smile big for the camera and not realize or care about the multiple wardrobe malfunctions.
I have plans. Fun and friends and a hot little red dress.
I’m gonna need some great shoes.