I would say I’m a planner. If there’s something big going on, you can bet my clothes are pressed and set out the night before. Suffice it to say, it drives me bonkers if I overlook an important detail. But, you know there’s always something…
I went to have headshots taken by a professional photographer (Photography by Sabrina – she’s great). My photography session included two wardrobe changes. I put a lot of thought into my wardrobe, makeup and jewelry. For the more formal look, I went for a bright-colored sweater, pencil skirt and some sling backs. Simple. Classic. Fitted. Uh, oh. Fitted. I belated realized I wound need some, uh, support under there to look my best.
I went over and looked in my dresser. I couldn’t find them. I mean, it’s not like I wear Spanx under my mom pants! Panic was setting in. Suddenly, I found myself unloading the entire dresser onto the floor. I was desperately seeking spandex.
A quick glance at the clock had me narrowing my eyes as I racked my brain trying to think of the last time I had been somewhere worthy of wearing my sausage casing. Eureka! I found it and dashed out the door to my appointment.
But now I must confess I just stepped over that pile of clothes to come in here and write this post. Guess this Jimmy Dean had better get to it!
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