Girl!crisis!
It's the New Year's party tomorrow, and I have NOTHING TO WEAR. Do not mock me. I have come home to find:
- row after row of formal evening wear, silks and velvets and slinky dresses glaore, all completely unsuitable for a house party,
- drawer after drawer of cashmere sweaters and cardigans, so impossibly cute in the shops, so fumpy if worn after 6pm,
- row after row of black or charcoal 40s dresses that have done the job for house parties and drinks down the pub.
My wardrobe consists of work clothes, red carpet or Sunday afternoons. Or 40s dresses in mourning colours. Why? Why have I purchased only darks? I love reds! And greens! And even blues, on occasion! My work clothes are a veritable rainbow! Why the hell are my party clothes so bloody subdued????
Emergency shopping trip tomorrow to hopefully address this crisis. *panics*
- row after row of formal evening wear, silks and velvets and slinky dresses glaore, all completely unsuitable for a house party,
- drawer after drawer of cashmere sweaters and cardigans, so impossibly cute in the shops, so fumpy if worn after 6pm,
- row after row of black or charcoal 40s dresses that have done the job for house parties and drinks down the pub.
My wardrobe consists of work clothes, red carpet or Sunday afternoons. Or 40s dresses in mourning colours. Why? Why have I purchased only darks? I love reds! And greens! And even blues, on occasion! My work clothes are a veritable rainbow! Why the hell are my party clothes so bloody subdued????
Emergency shopping trip tomorrow to hopefully address this crisis. *panics*