My worst nightmare was realised on the Saturday night just passed...
Making my way to the Hollywood Ball at the Globe, I felt confident in the knowledge that I looked good and, more importantly, uniquely chic. That was, until, upon arrival I realised that I hadn't caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, no no no...but another was sporting the same fanulous nude coloured lacey number as I!!!
I always wondered what action I would persist to take, should ever this eventuality occur. Perhaps a photo of the two great minds together? Or stand on polar opposites of the room, like two magnets? In any case, making a purchase in the sales is always a risky business when it comes to formal wear. Another extremely good reason to go vintage...
So you can shake it like a polaroid picture without a care in the world.
I'll drink to that.
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