So I have to admit, this was a scary dress for me to wear. It’s the most fitting dress I own, pretty unforgiving— I mean body-hugging— and I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about it after dinner and drinks. It was my flat mate’s birthday so we went out for some casual drinks. And by some I mean many.
Here’s the way I think: Food is priority. As you can tell from the history of this blog, I like to eat. I don’t want to have a light dinner, thank you, and I’m going to have some beers after that. And then some pizza. (You can tell I’m a New Zealander, right?) I did have a food baby but it was conveniently hidden under the leather jacket. Who says style can’t be functional?