Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Willow Manor Ball Eve
I'm in a frenzy getting ready for the Willow Manor Ball tomorrow. Let's see ... manicure, pedicure: check, appointment for my hair and makeup: check, appointment with personal trainer: oops, too late.
Three hundred and sixty four days of the year I am a hippie in teeshirts and jeans. When I dress up, ordinarily I lean towards a gypsy look. But one day every year I strive my best to look classy. High heels, tasteful jewelry, perfume ... you name it, I do it. I even trade in my backpack for a stylish little clutch purse.
Especially this year, I want to look really good. My date is (according to wikipedia) only 33 years old. Yikes. Robbing the cradle? I'm trying to see tomorrow through the eyes of all those real live cougars out there. I'm unnerved, but after a sip or two of Dom Perignon, I'll calm down, I'm sure.
If you've never attended the Ball, click the image on the sidebar, get yourselves groomed and dressed up and come! It's my favorite blog event. You can come with any date you like, dead or alive, imaginary or "real." The rules that apply in regular life evaporate for 24 hours. Last year I woke up the following morning on a couch in the Willow Manor library. My mascara was all over my face and my hair? Good and rumpled. Apparently I had a great time last year!