Warning: I'm bragging. I can't wait to see DW tonight, eat amazing food, drink incredible wine, and roll around laughing in her fancy hotel room. Stop it! It's not like that. I swear.
The shiny green shirt stayed at home. I decided on the ice blue silk, black suit pants, and my newest shoe-love.
The required boob shot:
The buttery silk that makes me want to pet myself (reminder--not socially acceptable):
This one's for Cate. Admit it -- they're just as hot as wingtips, especially when I'm steppin' on the prez. Admit it.
Oh yes, there was knitting. Arwen has a back hem and 3" of knit fabric.
All bragging aside, I'm terrified to enter such fancy establishments. I'm usually a bumbling idiot at such events, so I need some good vibes. okk? fanks.