Dress Under Duress
I’ve known for a long time now that I’m going to the Grammys, but for some reason (oh, I don’t know, that little thing called work) I just haven’t gotten my act together finding something to wear. Now the event’s two days away, I’m chained to my desk all day and night and I have no idea what I’m wearing. And did I mention that my flight leaves at 7 a.m. the day of, and I get in to L.A. a mere five hours before I have to leave for the show? Sure, I’m staying in Beverly Hills, but that barely leaves time for a mani-pedi. Yeah, I’m good — but I’m not sure even I am that good.
It’s not that I haven’t been shopping the last few weeks (erm, let’s just say I’m BFF with a couple of Prada saleswomen…). I just keep thinking that I’ve bought tons and tons of evening wear and cocktail dresses over the course of the past year (okay, past decade) that I take directly from the store to my closet, in the garment bag, never to be seen again. Then when I have an event to go to, I think I have nothing to wear because I never remember what I have. And when I go shopping, I forget what I already have and buy more for the black hole that is my closet… It’s a vicious cycle.
It happened just last November when I went to a friend’s wedding and I confess I didn’t love my outfit. So this time I’m really tempting fate. I’m going to have to do some power packing tomorrow night. Now I just know I have something black and designer in that closet of mine…
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