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.
08.05.10 Dawn & MeI was shimmied into it when it didn’t really fit in January. I didn’t care. I was with my girls.
Blissdom 2011 by Mishelle Lane PhotographyMishi 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.

Tonight anyway.

I have plans. Fun and friends and a hot little red dress.

I’m gonna need some great shoes.