I think I've already made it clear that I don't like buying new clothes. "Beware of any enterprise requiring new clothes," but it doesn't say anything about sandals or nail polish.
With all of my Indian clothes, I don't need any more sparkly. Today, I remembered that I have an intensely gold tunic that turns maroon then brown. And I have a pair of brown pants. And I just couldn't contain myself one day and bought myself a pair of Indian-girl-cruising-Oak-Tree-Road flashy gold sandals with lots of fake gems on them. Oh - and when last with the Queen Bee, bought myself some gold nail polish.
This evening, I put it all together and remembered that I had to have an amber/gold/bling necklace set. Rushed downstairs and found it.
As for hair, following QM's cue, I brushed it and let it go whichever way it wanted. Put on some lipstick and walked out.
Drove to the vet's and when I walked in Roe-bear the gay receptionist shrieked my name and said, "You. Look. Gorgeous! That is PERFECT on you. That necklace is perfect. Those sandals are perfect. You look fantastic! Where did you buy that?" The most Roe-bear has ever said to me before was "And which cat do we have today?"
I got several more complements on the outfit. And one lady charged up to me and demanded to know where I had bought my over-the-top sandals. (Marshall's.)
I ran into at least three people I used to pet sit for. They all now have more pets than they did when I pet sat for them. It was a very pleasant evening. It was nice to see everyone in a very informal setting. I barely recognized Dr. Knightly - usually, she has all kinds of pens and pins and earring and bright shirts on - if Stevie Nicks was a veterinarian, she would dress like Dr. Knightly. But tonight Dr. K. just had on the same blue polo shirt on that all the other staff was wearing. I did get to see Hunky Vet. He turned away and I admired his ass.
I had a good time. I'm glad I went. I hate to prove Mr. Konigsberg right once more but it's true - 95% of life is just showing up.
2 comments:
This calls for a photo. If nothing else, the ensmble adorning a chair.
I'm glad you went. And yes, photo. Stand in front of a full-length mirror and hold the camera over your face.
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