A condition in which the meeting attendee becomes convinced, on the eve of said meeting, that she MUST have a new outfit for the event. If she does not manage to acquire said outfit in the 15-30 minutes between the end of her workday and the closure of necessary retail outlets, she is up all night recombining separates in her head and fearing private mockery by stylish colleagues. The syndrome, though likely psychosomatic, often results in actual mockery, as the previous night's lack of sleep can lead to unintentionally hilarious malapropisms, misnomers and pratfalls.
I attended an all-day meeting today in Portland. Thankfully the logistics fell into place so late that I didn't have time to even THINK about (used) window shopping. So it was ye olde skinny jeans and black turtleneck for me. My modern Joan of Arc look.
I will say this for MOES: I've found some of my most cherished pieces in those mad dashes. Then again, it's also how I once ended up with a pair of denim gauchos. And the mockery I've endured for them has been entirely public.
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god, I am so happy you started a blog. has anyone ever told you you are a BRILLIANT writer? :)
I'm enjoying this thoroughly. shit, at this rate sister, I want to buy you stuff! haha
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