While in Champaign Urbana, a fella invited me to drive up to Chicago with him for a party. I asked if I needed to dress up and described two dresses that I owned. His reply was, "Pick whichever one has the shorter skirt."
I foolishly did and ended up being his date for a co-ed bridal shower in an inappropriately short skirt. I draped my cardigan over my lap for the better part of the night.
Today, I emailed CK to ask about what to wear. "My chubby valentine" or "Do the cha-cha in a haltertop." CK replied "Halter top. The more skin the better."
The situation may call for a cardigan. It may, in fact, call for two cardigans.
Has skin become the new black? It's getting a mighty chilly for that kind of thing. Madness.
1 comment:
Yes, skin is now the new black. Matched with f*ck me shoes, you are all set. The C-Belle has spoken.
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