I bought two � count �em, TWO � new outfits for my Christmas party next week, because I couldn�t make up my mind which one I want.

The bad thing is that I shouldn�t even have bought one of them, let alone TWO. Yes, I need new clothes and badly. However, I don�t really need clothes quite this dressy (not that they�re really dressy outfits, but they are dressier than I would wear, say, to the Liquid Lounge to sing karaoke!). I also need cash in my wallet more than I need new clothes right now.

But I REFUSE to buy new shoes!

However, if John hadn�t already bought me a rather pricey digital camera for my birthday, at which point I stupidly told him it could also serve as my Christmas gift, I would be BEGGING him to buy me those shoes from that store on Second Street. Not because they go with either of my new outfits, actually�just because I love them, dearly.

I guess I should be thankful that our company holiday party isn�t as formal as company shin-digs I have attended in the past, because I only spent around $300 on two outfits. Had I had to go formal, I would have spent that much on one, for sure. One dress I would probably never wear again and would end up selling for $5 at a Yard Sale five years from now.

It�s a dilemma here, at my company. Because on the one hand, it�s a company Christmas (�holiday�, Karen�HOLIDAY) party with dinner and cocktails, so one would think you should wear cocktail, if not formal, attire. On the other hand, it�s at the House of Blues. And I ain�t going to the HOB in a floor-length gown, yo.

Last year, people were all over the map, dress-wise. And I don�t think anyone really cares, which is nice. I mean, I�ve worked for companies where what you wore to the Christmas Party determined your career path for the next five years. This year, half the people at the party will probably be out on the balcony, smoking weed and the other half will be inside, drunk as skunks and leg-wrestling in the middle of the floor.

One would think I was exaggerating, wouldn�t one?

Anyway, I hardly doubt they�ll take the time to notice what I�m wearing anyway, but I will share my purchases with you - my adoring public.

This is one outfit I bought: a lovely velvet jacket with funky-paisley pants and a crisp, white cotton shirt underneath (I love the crisp cotton shirts, boy howdy). This is the other number � a little red dress, with a groovy jacket over it.

Two totally different fashion directions, am I right? How in the world is a gal to decide?

Besides�if I have no money for food this week, that will just mean I�ll look better in whatever I decide to wear, right?

(Go ahead, Karen�justify yourself, baby.)

But see, here�s the thing�I really wanted the velvet jacket and funky-paisley pants ensemble� (especially because I know I will wear that outfit to many places), but frankly I am afraid I�ll get it and won�t like the way it looks on me. Yes, they have Petite sizes at this store, but still�jackets are always a question mark for me. Boobs are not always your friends, kids. Take note.

I know I will look good in the little red number. Plus, it�s pretty, also. And holiday-ish.

So I really just bought the little red number as a back-up�although who wants to bet that I don�t return it, even if I end up wearing the velvet jacket and paisley pants number?

And yes, my back still hurts like a motherfucker. And I have to go by my storage space and drop off the trunk full of Halloween stuff I have had in there for two weeks, intending to take it to my storage space. Only now I HAVE to go today because I will need my trunk to take my stuff over to Linda�s for tomorrow�s Yard Sale.

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