The Decorator Has Spoken… “teal”
Oh! Classic Mom-daughter dynamic! What did I say? That the phone would ring within 30 minutes of my posting about what to wear? Well, HA! Maybe it was about 10 minutes, and I heard the phone jingling in the other room…. “Mom and Dad Home”, read the cellphone face.
Mom, with her decorator… and when her decorator speaks, well let’s just say the Ayatollah better be listening.
So, the decision was the teal blouse. It actually had a bit of a relaxed/wrinkled effect to it, and even though I have at times in my past worshipped Issey Miyake for blessing wrinkles, I knew that the wrinkly-ness of this blouse just MADE it look like Wal-Mart. So, I pressed it, donned some long white slacks and heels….
did “ma’ har’” and out the door I went. I am quite glad I grabbed the slacks and heels at the last minute because the studio had us sitting on a green stage, thus I really have no idea just how much of me could end up in the finished product.
quick photo booth before heading out the door, yeah that's a weird smile... I always feel so funny/cheesy when playing with photobooth... oh, and when I got to the studio, I took some of my bangs and parted them across and tucked them behind my ear...
