This is what comes of having no daughters. There's nobody to say, "Seriously, Mom? Really? You're going to wear that out in public?" (Sons don't care what you wear, as long as it's not totally slutty.) But, alas, I haven't anyplace to wear these clothes, even if I were thirty years younger and twenty pounds lighter. As long as I'm dreaming, though, I can dream of wearing a long, green, ten-thousand-dollar dress to an awards dinner, where my book will get a prize, right? Right? What do you think, should I buy the dress now or wait until I finish the book?
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Me, Photoshopped into Dress |
I am so ready for fall.
Kate Gallison