Int. Outside of Ballroom - Night
Chandeliers hang outside the ballroom refracting light from their crystals and reflecting it into the eyes of a brown eyed girl standing in the corner. In and out, people dressed in their best attire pass through the doors, notes of jazz float in the air with every opening.
Wellllll, hello. Long time no talk, unless you've been following me on Instagram of course (@tennesseeroseblog), but I will admit that I let this space slip from my fingers a little bit. I can't be perfect all the time, k? No, in all seriousness I do apologize for the unexplained absence, I just got, distracted I suppose is the proper word. However, nearly a month late I have finally gotten my ish together and made some New Year's Resolutions, one of which being that I post her just as regularly if not more so as I was in previous months. It's a good time to stick around too, because I'm visiting New York later this week and hope to get some pretty little photos if I don't freeze to death first. I always kind of get a little stressed about my outfits and traveling. I want to pack my best outfits, but I also don't have space to bring my whole closet. Then of course there's the whole different temperatures thing. Sigh, what a difficult life we live huh?
One outfit I would love to bring but know I can't is this fancy jumpsuit right here. With all of it's ruffles it's practically the adult version of the princess dress I used to run around in as a child, which might still be my favorite formal outfit option btw. Being about 100 pounds too big for it now I had to go with the next best thing. My only regrets are I had to wear a size bigger than normal so I felt like it didn't look quite as cute as it could have. My luck being what it is left me standing in a bathroom stall with three girls trying to get my zipper unstuck only to result in it ripping. Merry Christmas to all, right? Looking back it was probably for the best as I would've hated to have the thing bust open while jerkin it on the dance floor. What do you call that karma? Coincidence? Fate? Eh, who cares.
Bow: Forever 21