Or at least that is what it feels like.
cut..baste..admire..cut...baste...admire...Reality check-where's the party? Aren't we all down in the dumps? Isn't the sky falling? Well, yes. It's actually below the ocean floor at this point, I think. Yet, there's a wedding coming up in your future. A batmitzvah. An engagement party. You're turning 40, and you'd like to present yourself like you're turning 30. So, you need a dress. And I'm your girl. And I'm workin' hard. Clean, shape, fluid, but LESS. Less stuff, less pouf, less flouf. But by no means simple, and by no means dull. I counted yesterday, and I think I'm at 30 cocktail dresses, so perhaps it's time for a intervention. Or, an invitation....
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