It's New Year's Eve 2009. In recent history that bit of information has been a non-issue. But this year we actually received an invitation. Then we received a second invitation. So I ordered my red dress for the occasion and I was pretty much ready to go. But there was a nagging suspicion that the dress and I were not going to meld. You see, dressing for me is like an art form – I have to feel it. Notwithstanding, living down wind from Canada presents an added dimension to the whole getting dressed to go-out-thing. It’s called warmth.
The one event was black-tie. My dress was red and it was not sending out positive vibes. It was not as though I could run to the mall and pick up a substitute--although I have done that. What was interesting was the fact that I was not overly concerned. I had been wearing black for six months. Why not end the year in the black instead of the red? That is really okay!
Happy New Year!
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