Through various accidents and the standard ravages of time, my more formal clothing collection has fallen off dramatically. With the Helen Hayes Awards tommorrow night, I have some wardrobe replenishing that needs to be done. I need new shoes (and I have HUGE shoe issues), a new shirt, and possibly a new tie.
S has usually been my fashion counselor, but with her in New Orleans, I feel somewhat lost. Left to my own devices, I tend towards rather conservative clothing choices. S steered me away from that, but I feel unsure how far out on the edge I can get away with.
So shopping promises to be somewhat traumatic tommorrow. If you see me at the awards looking like a dork, don't tell me. I might never go anywhere social again.
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