DAY 2: Last minute invitations keep turning my could-be-blahs into blogs. As the evening rolled around, I thought I might skip the day when I got a call from my great aunt. She asked me to dinner, and even though I was already in pajamas, I forced myself to jump at the opportunity and catch up with an old friend. Because my great aunt always looks FABULOUS, I knew the only appropriate choice would be something simple. The Perfect Black Dress. I own it! Thank you to a garage sale-RANDOM- and $3. First time I ever wore it.
So as I'm sitting in front of my pan-seared scallops and half empty glass of Pinot Grigio, I realize, there's nothing new between the two of us, not even my dress. Our conversation fits just like my dress, flattering in all the right places and loose enough to to keep us talking. In with the old and out with new sounds better than ever.
While my lovely aunt is about 60 years my senior in body age, she is certainly 10 years my junior in energy. Is it strange to feel young and old at the same time? From sisters to great aunts, these two outfits are revealing a previous, unknown weakness in myself: I never said yes. I'm working on that. Thank you The Perfect Black Dress for dinner with a great friend and confidant that I may have otherwise missed out on.
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