2012 in Technicolor

Happy New Year!

I hope you’re as excited about the new year as I am. And I hope you’re feeling good this morning and not overly hungover. I spent that last night of 2011 gorging myself on Chinese food, making loads of noise, and laughing. A lot. I even got a midnight smooch (thanks to my dear friend Hayley), so the year is off to a good start. The one thing I didn’t do last night is bring out my Nikon, so I’m stuck with one fuzzy outfit photo and 2 instagram shots of my accessories.

Getting dressed for a night out always involves some level of judgment. The only full-length mirror in the house is in my parents bedroom, so I usually have an audience when trying to decide what to wear. Like last night. My first 5 outfits were vetoed, and when I decided on this one, the following conversation ensued:

Me: Is this skirt too short?
Mom: Well… for a 28-year old it is. But you don’t look 28 yet, so I guess it’s okay.
Me: Oooookay. Thanks…I think. (Internal dialogue: Did my mom call my skirt slutty??)

On an unrelated note, anyone have space for a blogger and her two cats? I promise not to make too much noise! In the end, my mom was right. The skirt was really, really short. But I used girl logic (opaque black tights make anything short look acceptable) and went about my night. Now, when I said technicolor, I meant it. Dig it, man.