You can tell what time of year it is by what kind of food I’m stuffing in my face. This morning it’s apple slices with peanut butter and shredded coconut.
Oh yes, my friends. The New Year is upon us with it’s magical clean slate and “new year, new me” attitude that usually doesn’t live long enough to know whether or not that damn groundhog sees his shadow.
Still, I always find the idea of a fresh, clean slate enticing. Why not start the new year off with a bang to let it know that you plan on owning its ass? And what better way to do that than wearing a fabulous outfit?
If I had big plans tonight (and more money and no body issues… and pretty much an entirely different life) this is what I’d wear:
Sparkle, legs for days, and amazing shoes that (even more amazingly) don’t hurt. It doesn’t get much better than that, does it?
Except, it kind of does. Instead of wearing this outfit, I’ll be in jeans and some (actually) comfy shoes. And instead of a shmancy dinner and drinks, I’ll be at a local restaurant and pub with my family where my youngest brother is playing a show. My babies will be there (possibly cranky because they’ll be out passed their normal bedtime) and the food and company will be good.
Maybe I’ll wear something a little sparkly in homage to that other life I don’t have. But maybe not. After all, I have everything that’s really important to me in this one.