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.
9 comments:
Girl, you're killing me. Wingtips (close enough), cleavage, and a hotel room? Is it warm in here?
Sounds like a fun time. Happy Birthday! Gorgeous shirt.
Wow. I know the shoe-shot was for Cate, but those are hhhhhawesome! Am very very jealous now.
Have a marvelous time!
Great blouse on you! I think it's forks on the outside first, then work your way in. Pet self in can only!
LOL... I can imagine the chaos you are causing with such fun. Hoppy Birthday, albeit tardy!
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You could always put your hands on your hips a lot and pet down when you want to use them to talk. Socially acceptable petting.
Don't worry about the fancy establishment. It could be worse, you could have a really loud squeaky type laugh that happens very frequently when nervous. Also the ability to say incredibly stupid things followed by aforementioned nervous laugh.
awesome shoes! I want som. ope all went well :-)
Ooh, great shoes. Hope you remembered to ask her if we're related. ;-) (Am I thinking of the right person?)
My wifey has those shoes! And I have that shirt, but in blood red. I understand the overwhelming desire to pet. :)
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