Day 221: Fashion Week

I love fashion, but I'm not the best at being the fashionista.

I try, and sometimes I will succeed for a few days but then I seem to fall off the wagon somehow.

Tonight I need to look the part because I am going to fashion week with the Cheerleader.

At work she is talking about the fabulous dress and necklace the designers are letting her borrow for the night.

Great.. I have to compete with that?

It's ok... I have a plan. There are a few things in my closet I can make work... if I pull a MacGruber moment on them.

All day it was pretty much in the back of my mind. If only I could get the shirt and belt I was having altered at the boutique.

When the show was over I checked my voicemail and it was a hallelujah chorus... the alterations were complete and I could pick them up. Whoo hoo!!

Now all I had to do was figure out how to get there to pick them up before they closed.

As soon as quitting time hit, I was out the door like Flash Gordon.

I got in my car and bolted out of the parking lot. I was on a mission... I needed those clothes!

Of course I ended up behind every slow car on the road. You know the ones... they won't even make a right turn on red when it's legal.

They have to wait for the green light even though there is absolutely no cross traffic?! Gggggrrrrr!!

Don't they know I need clothes?!! Come on people! It's fashion week for goodness sake!

I made it to the boutique in the knick of time. I'm pretty sure they had the key in the door ready to turn the lock when I walked up.

Thankfully I know the owner, so she was happy to help me, especially when I told her what I was doing.

She was very happy to help me with my fashion decision for the evening, giving me a few suggestions to get me going.

From there I raced home to start the mad dash to try on clothes to find the perfect outfit.

I had the shirt I just picked up with the new skirt and tights with boots... eh?

The shirt is sheer so I decided to take a picture of myself to make sure my bra wouldn't show with the flash... and it was a big fat fail!

It was on to plan B.... the short skirt with the tights and a different shirt... eh? Just so so... I wasn't feeling it.

So I immediately jumped to my comfort zone... leggings and a long shirt with a belt and my favorite boots of all time.

Ok... so they are my favorite boots of the moment... but they are hot!

Now I was feeling stylish and comfortble... perfect.

I ran into the kitchen to feed and medicate the cats and I was off.

I made it there and caught up with the Cheerleader.

Before too long we were sitting in our seats in the VIP section, and our seats just happened to be in the front row... nice! I'm lucky to have this job.

We watched the fashions commenting on all of them. Some we liked, some we didn't, some we just focused on the shoes because the clothes just weren't our thing.

There was one more runway show most of us decided not to go to, because we were showing our age.

It was past our bedtime and it was a school night.

10 years ago I wouldn't have even thought twice about going. Now I know if I stay out late I'm going to feel like crap tomorrow.

So home I went instead of partying like a rock star... and the best part is I was ok with it all.