Why is there so much pressure to look not just good but absolutely great on New Year’s Eve?
This particular problem has plagued me since I was about 15-years-old.
I can only remember two outfits that I absolutely loved through the years. One was a racy number in Miami and the other was a birthday bash dress repeat in Greenville, North Carolina.
Isn’t that sad. I put so much time and effort into finding something to wear each year and I don't even really like what I outfitted myself in the year before.
I promised I wouldn’t think twice about it this year. The problem? I happen to be spending New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas, and that just steps the pressure up.
I’m actually embarrassed to say how many stores I’ve already stopped in. It’s like senior prom all over again. But now, I’m on my own dime and have to be realistic about these expenses.
So, here’s my new reasoning…the girl makes the dress, not the dress makes the girl. Which means, I’m headed to the gym.
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