I like the pieces individually, but I don’t like how I put it together. I guess part of the problem is that 5 minutes before the driver came (5:45 a.m.) to get me to the aiport for this morning’s fun, I decided that I was too bloated (damn pre-menopause systems) to wear the pants that I had laid out. I’m wearing a black cowl-neck shell, black rayon pants (lined - and they’re not my favorite), and a peachy/pink hip-length cardigan. I guess being in them for nearly 12 hours (high heels included) doesn’t help any.

I’m hoping, that before we head over to this retirement party, that I’ll be able to go check into the hotel and clean up some. Y’know when you’re just NOT comfortable and feel like crap. That’s me today.

So, I was perusing the New York Times business session, and found this article. Since I’ve already admitted to being a Kohl’s whore, this obviously caught my eye. One of my favorite lines:

She says that “$3,000 is the new $1,000, and $6,000 is the new $3,000,” adding:
“Actually, maybe $10,000 is the new $3,000. The truth of it is, it can be very
frustrating when you have built up some degree of a name in this country and not
be able to dress more people.”

I’ve never paid $1000 for any article of clothing in my entire life. Even for my wedding dress. Probably the most expensive item in my closet, other than that dress, is an Ann Taylor watermelon colored suede blazer. Which I love. Which I hardly ever wear because it cost, like, $169.00. On Sale. At the end of the Season.

—- Well, my reprieve from today’s fashion “arghhghghghg I hate this” moment just came. The execu-males are going to be ready to leave for dinner late enough for me to run over to the hotel and do a little repair. I must have known. I actually packed for 4 days knowing I was only going to be here 3. —-