Last night, we went to our sailing club's annual dinner at the Down Town Association. How fancy are we?!?!?
Well, actually, I'm not fancy enough, because I realized on Monday night that I didn't own any purses that couldn't also be classified as tote bags, and I couldn't take any of those on my schmancy date! So I reached into the I-sewed-this-but-it's-too-ugly-to-wear-in-real-life bin on my closet shelf (I'm not kidding - this exists), and pulled out a black pencil skirt that has already been through these two previous lives:
|It started out as this skirt, which I decided I didn't like because I couldn't walk in it.|
Walking ability = very important factor in clothing
|Then it turned into this skirt instead.|
|That had this little vent in the back (to facilitate the walking), and a little bow on the back.|
|The bow survived!|
And I was ready for fanciness!
I'm glad I was prepared, because fanciness is exactly what this place had:
Their tree was 10 times taller than ours, they had huge staircases, and we ate in a room with wall murals.
Also, we looked good.
And I got to clutch this with one hand all night long (and Scott's arm with the other!).