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sakon76Something that amused me in Vegas was how there seemed to be an unofficial uniform on the Strip. Half or possibly more of the women I saw were wearing either a bandage dress or one with a plunging v-neck crossover bodice. And shoes with a 4" heel rise.
Granted, I too wore a (black) dress with a v-neck. I tossed it in my bag because being a knit it wouldn't get rumply. And then I forgot to include my usual safety pins that keep it more modest. (Wonderful Husband didn't mind. Also, I wore flats; heels over 2" scare me.)
Unfortunately, I seem to have caught con crud, or vacation crud, or whatever it's called. Fortunately (given how achey and nauseous I spent most of the day being), I was only working a half day today, and after picking up my mother from the airport midday I came home and crashed.
Granted, I too wore a (black) dress with a v-neck. I tossed it in my bag because being a knit it wouldn't get rumply. And then I forgot to include my usual safety pins that keep it more modest. (Wonderful Husband didn't mind. Also, I wore flats; heels over 2" scare me.)
Unfortunately, I seem to have caught con crud, or vacation crud, or whatever it's called. Fortunately (given how achey and nauseous I spent most of the day being), I was only working a half day today, and after picking up my mother from the airport midday I came home and crashed.
