Knowing my hubby would likely rather lock me in the trunk of his car than let me change clothes, I decided I was fine & he rushed me through the front door almost as if he knew what I was thinking. After 30 yrs. of marriage? Nah! Besides, I'm an artist, which means you can wear & do whatever the heck you want, like wearing cowgirl boots to a cocktail party.
Upon arriving at the party, it was instantly obvious to me that the other women in attendance had been no less confused than I. What a treat! Of course the young people were in what I'd call cocktail attire & dressy and undeniably adorable, all. The over 50 crowd were about as diverse in costume as you can imagine in your wildest dreams (except for the men who were, of course, in the usual navy blazer uniform). I felt adorable even in my *cocktail cowgirl boots* but I'm seeing a definite trend that screams *too much comfort* arising from my generation. The attire was a dead giveaway on that & it was scary, as if suddenly seeing us all becoming our own parents. Well, maybe not ALL of us. The best part of all is my feet were as cozy as two babes in blankets and I still looked cute! Okay, maybe not cute....
So, I was able to take a quick shot of the betrothed pair, *A* & *C* and are they not just

Tomorrow I'll find out what all you winners want of my wares, if any. Don't worry. Either way, these feelings won't be hurt or otherwise. And congratulations should certainly accompany thank yous for your excellent choices! You girlfriends definitely have style!
Actually, can't you tell they were just being nice to this old lady so they could get back to having fun @ their party? Who cares? I'm glad I made them do it.