On the outside, I try to project an image of having it all together. But underneath that, I'm kind of a disaster. Hence... the name of the site: GlossyVeneer. My husband made the comment the other night, “My work Christmas party is this weekend.”
“WHAT?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I did. Last week I told you, ‘I think my work party is the first weekend in December.’”
“Well, I didn’t realize that December was so close. Crap. Now I have to find something to wear.”
This is like, the only grown-up equivalent to a prom I have. I think I own 2 dresses right now, both of which are too big for me and aren’t really “party” type dresses. Not exactly the image I want to project when going to a fancy party in a ballroom at a casino with all the partner’s from Kevin’s company and where every other woman will be in a sequined and/or strapless dress.
I have a really hard time going shopping. I need my mommy with me to give me honest feedback on whether clothing items work for me. But she doesn’t live here and this is really last minute.
I wonder if can just wear sweat pants. Oh, but that would mean I’d have to buy sweat pants first since I don’t even own those.
