I don't own a single little black dress because little black dresses are boring. I would not ever voluntarily pull out a boring black dress to wear to something special, even if I could bling it up. But if life's a dance we learn as we go, we gotta have something appropriate to wear at all times.
Tuesday morning we were both on our way to the same business meeting, in different cars, The Gorilla called me to say we'd been invited to a schmancy Hollywood event on Thursday celebrating his movie's nomination for an Academy Award. Just 2 days away and I had a packed full schedule for the week. Panic ensued. Screeching and hair pulling happened in my car. I texted friends. I downloaded the Rent the Runway app. I mentally catalogued my closet.
All this culminated in a makeup-free fashion show in the hall before pilates. Later, unable to sleep, I got up after midnight and tried on two other things. If only this could be the worst of life's problems, right?