We were going Downtown to have dinner at Solera and I could hardly find anything acceptable to cover my bod. I was planning on wearing what I wore to work, a black skirt and a t-shirt. That plan was nixed when my friend at work looked at me with a "no way in hell" kind of look on her face and proceeded to tell me I looked cute but FRUMPY. FRUMPY!!!! I love my honest friends (I say that after I called her a bitch)!!! So, I desperately needed a plan B.
I dug through my closet and found white linen shirt that was rather
1. Someone to ask me when I was due. The cut of the shirt is less than flattering and looked like a maternity shirt.
2. Someone to say they had the same Lia Sophia necklace. This happens every single time I go out of the house with it on. Damned home parties!!!
Moral of the story: I either need to get cracking and starting dropping some serious lbs or I need to go shopping and get some dang clothes that I can be seen wearing in public.
The good news is, I am not getting any bigger. The bad news is I am RUNNING ALL THE TIME and I am the SAME SIZE! At least the wardrobe woes didn't stop me from having a fabulous time.