But here’s what the friggin’ holiday outfit ended up being.
This Ann Taylor cami:
Accessories: pearls, soft black pantyhose, low-heeled tuxedo pumps and a dumb little velvet handbag. (The brooch on the top in the picture wasn’t included, and I was too cheap to buy it.)
So, on the downside, I didn’t get a dress, and I did end up in all black. On the upside, I got velvet and lace, and I will probably get a hell of a lot more use out of the separates than I would have out of a dress. (I already suspect I’m going to wear the cami and wrap top with jeans enough that everyone who knows me will be incredibly sick of seeing them by the end of winter.) Also, I think I hit the bulls-eye of appropriateness for the occasion — or at least I was smack in between the women wearing full-length gowns and the ones wearing slacks and sweaters. I usually prefer being slightly overdressed to remotely underdressed — and thus I usually AM slightly overdressed — so it was kind of a strange feeling to be walking around looking at all the pretty dresses, thinking, “Aw, man, I should have… no, wait, actually, I’m dressed perfectly fine. I’m just not overdressed for once.”
Now I’ve got me a lot of returning to do.