Sunday, June 27, 2010
So we don't get to dress up much here in Ithaca. Especially since most of the time I work at home by myself in various iterations of mismatched pajamas and wee tank tops that make me look both ways for the neighbors when I get the mail. Going out to the Chapterhouse sometimes involves looking nice, because Gary is going to blog it. Market weekends allow for some presentation too.
But last night I got to indulge my inner fashionista, at a wedding celebration that asked for "summer cocktail attire." Oh yeah! My thrift-store-fueled closet exists for moments like this.