If there is ever a good story about the commercialism of Christmas, it is this one.I left the office early today to take Eva to the doctor. Late this evening, I realized that I have my Board of Directors Christmas party tomorrow night. I had no idea what the dress code was as I have been at my job for less than a year.
So, I called one of my co-workers who told me that while it was not imperative, most of the women wore skirts. Skirts. Skirts?
It hit the closet immediately to take a look at what I had. Guess what? No skirts. Now, don't get me wrong, I wear summer skirts with flip flops all summer long. Once it becomes too cold to wear open-toed shoes, I run out of skirts. I'm all pants all the time.
Here's why the commercialism of Christmas is sometimes a good thing. I left the house at 10:00pm to hit two stores to find a skirt. Stores are still open on a Wednesday night! More than one store! Wahoo! I came home with a perfectly appropriate winter skirt. Oh, and an ice scraper for my car.
1 comment:
For a long time I didn't own any skirts either.
Skirts are okay; I simply hate, hate, hate, pantyhose.
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