Last night I scored a very last-minute babysitter and was able to join Mr. CPQ for the company Christmas party which meant that I was scrounging through the closet twenty minutes before walking out the door in hopes of finding something that said “festive and fashionable”.
I mean, you want festive, I’ve got festive (hello, gold jacket). The fashionable part is a little suspect, though.
In the end I found a silvery long tank top that I was going to pair with dark jeans and a black jacket but the jeans didn’t seem to want to accommodate my body after three hours of eating Christmas cookies with Heather and Rebecca, so I ended going with some black pants that had a little easement in them and they worked just as well.
Spandex, I love you.
I bought the tank at Talbots on an after-Christmas clearance
because I am drawn to anything that remotely shimmers, even though it was a little low-cut because I had every intention of taking it to the tailor to get the straps shortened so that it wouldn’t scream “lady of ill repute”. I, of course, remembered that I was going to do that when I put it on.
So there I was with a perfectly good top that was useless to me and no time left to pull anything else out of the closet. So what did I do? I summoned my faithful fashion companion to once again pull me out of a bind. Yep, I grabbed the binder clips, folded the straps, clipped everything to my undergarments, pulled on my jacket, and away I went.
I did have to be careful not to be huggy because while my jacket was kinda bulky and you couldn’t see the outline of the clips, you could feel them if you got embraced a little too closely. Fortunately, I was with a bunch of network engineers who weren’t overly affectionate so that wasn’t an issue.
Keep ’em in your closet.
You never know when they’ll come in handy.
Have a nice day.