Welp, tomorrow's the big night: just like prisoners on death row or sailors trapped in sinking boats, (so I've heard) the fear has melted into mild acceptance and curiosity for what lies in the aftermath. TMI tried his tux on for me last night; he looks like a million bucks and no one is going to be able to say otherwise. Despite my best efforts to dress up my little party dress, I still look underdressed next to him. He also gave me a hard time about not liking my shoes, shrug, or coat, which didn't make me feel any better about it.
Here's the final wardrobe, aka, my armor until 4 am tomorrow night:
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Lets hope the Keira updo gives me the final push from formal to very formal. May the force be with me.
you're gorgeous now GO ROCK THAT OUTFIT
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ReplyDelete-Barb the French Bean
Your outfit is just right...and the Keira updo would probably drive to party.
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