One and a half hours doing my hair and my make-up. Carefully cutting the new tags off an exquisite black velvet skirt with a buttoned blazer of brilliant lotus flower blossoms against a rich velvet background. I wore my Stuart Weitzman Black linen with Swarovski crystals new shoes. I had received both my packages in the mail only days before the event.
I looked and felt like a million bucks, until … my husband says, “You look like you’re going to a funeral.”
What? Is he blind, dense, or just plain uncouth? Does a girl always have to wear a sexy silk top? What’s wrong with looking elegant and sophisticated? Why not let men “imagine” what’s underneath, rather than showing it all up front?
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