Would you rather show up for a party under or overdressed? It’s a strange feeling, when you show up somewhere having totally missed the mark, attire-wise. With the first glimpse of a patent leather pump, everything you thought the event was going to be is chucked out the window while you search for some red lipstick, something,
anything, to help you find a place in the orbit of the party for which you are clearly not prepared. Oops. I now tend toward overdressed.
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| when in doubt, wear a tutu. |
