Waking up in Glasgow on a whirlwind Scottish trip with a teensy bit of a hangover (thanks J&J) and a fashion dilemma.
Now I love a fashion dilemma. I see it as a challenge. But this one had me stumped, when an invitation arrived for my ex’s wedding.
What the eff do you wear to your ex’s wedding?
You wanna look a million dollars, right? But you don’t want to look like you tried too hard. You want to stand out but you don’t wanna show up in a big white dress. Do you? Do you?
Is black too Black Widow?
Red too wronged ex? Too, shoulda woulda coulda?
Well we broke the rules with this outfit then. Frill seeking tart(an) with a heart.
Too much leg. Too much chest. Too much hair.
And the shoes…
Rules (and necks?) are made to be broken.
