Oh Yeah, What to Wear…
November 30, 2011 | Confessional
So tomorrow night is my husband’s workplace holiday party. It always sounds appealing, and then I remember that I cannot show up in jeans or pajamas.
Absosmurfly nothing fits in my weak collection workplace holiday party attire. We no longer live in a household where I can head to Banana Republic and pull something, sale or not, off the rack to bring home.
And, unless I can swing a homerun in the 2 hour gap I’ll get tomorrow while Nugget is a school, I’ll have to bring him along on the torturous shopping excursion.
During my solo trip to Target yesterday, I hurriedly tried on a couple of options, three of which were from the maternity collection.
I’m not pregnant. I am, however, carrying baby Fat Bastard around my midsection…but the (adorable otherwise) Liz Lange dresses did make me look pregnant, and I don’t want to risk causing Mr. Squirrel a heart attack.
I’m pretty sure last year, I made my husband go without me for the same reason I’m thinking of backing out this year — nothing to wear. I’m not going to do that to him this year, even if that means having to drag Nugget along, thereby establishing a hatred of shopping most men seem to harbor. Awesome.