Saturday
03Dec2005
Holiday Madness
12.03.2005 16:59
It’s once again time for my favorite part of the holiday season - the company Christmas party. I spent most of the afternoon doing the things that need to be done in order to look good this evening. I had my uni-brow separated, may toes painted and my fingernails shaped. I even went shopping for a top to go with one of the million skirt options I have. Putting together the outfit is almost the most painful portion of this whole shebang. It brings out every insecurity I have about how I look and makes me question my clothing judgment.
I wear a tee-shirt/polo and jeans nearly every day because I hate fussing over how outfits go together. The ‘business formal’ nature of the evening is easy for guys - suit and tie. The question of what on earth business formal means for women haunts me every December. I have a turquoise and black group that may look great, but I don’t have jewelry for it. I’ve done the blue sweater and skirt before, but I’m really leaning that way at the moment because I know I have jewelry to go with it. Deciding what to wear sucks rocks.
Add to all that my keen awareness of my own selfish nature today as I walked through the mall. I couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be to have some of the stuff I passed. Then I’d remind myself that while a Roomba would make the keeping the floor thing easier, it’s not a fundamental requirement for life and I won’t die without one. I need a serious reality check.
I wear a tee-shirt/polo and jeans nearly every day because I hate fussing over how outfits go together. The ‘business formal’ nature of the evening is easy for guys - suit and tie. The question of what on earth business formal means for women haunts me every December. I have a turquoise and black group that may look great, but I don’t have jewelry for it. I’ve done the blue sweater and skirt before, but I’m really leaning that way at the moment because I know I have jewelry to go with it. Deciding what to wear sucks rocks.
Add to all that my keen awareness of my own selfish nature today as I walked through the mall. I couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be to have some of the stuff I passed. Then I’d remind myself that while a Roomba would make the keeping the floor thing easier, it’s not a fundamental requirement for life and I won’t die without one. I need a serious reality check.
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