No clue what I'm wearing. I expect to be categorically sartorially outshone by every other female in attendance, which is fine, because I'm likely to be both too busy and too wiped to care.

Probably black, whatever it is. I own a lot of black.

I expect to be categorically sartorially outshone by every other female in attendance,

piffle. I may wear the Max studio dress that I got from you. it's a good dress for me.

See? That Max Studio dress is hotter than sin on you. Me, it just sat on.

Eh. I'll figure something out. Maybe I'll just pretend it's fancy dress and wear a full chef's costume.

No clue what I'm wearing. I expect to be categorically sartorially outshone by every other female in attendance, which is fine, because I'm likely to be both too busy and too wiped to care.

Bull. Shit.

I've met you, Deb. You couldn't be less than head-turning if you tried, even totally knackered and dressed in a sack - you would have people muttering speculatively about where said sack had been bought and which catwalk they'd seen it on.

Toga. Or actually, chiton.

Maybe in black.

Like deb, I own a lot of black. I have a wedding to attend in Moldova in July, and nothing formal and also non-black. Sigh.

::mention of Moldova has "Dragostea Din Tei" going through her head::

Oooh! Chiton!

No clue what I'm wearing. I expect to be categorically sartorially outshone by every other female in attendance, which is fine, because I'm likely to be both too busy and too wiped to care.

Har, no chance Deb, because this is me, not you! (Well, you'll likely be busy and wiped, abut you'll look fab.)

You couldn't be less than head-turning if you tried

blink That honestly wasn't a whimper for reassurance - it's just that this is a working party for me, the main result being, well, a sensational party for the sixty or so people. If this was something like Nic's company party, where I had to do the whole "woman on arm, look good" deal, I'd get into old rocker girlfriend headspace and spend serious time on it. But's organising-mode (not to mention caterer-mode) is all the way different. Takes a different form of concentration.

So I'll dress suitably for the party, but there won't be any effort on the "oh, wow" effect. And honestly, Fay, you met me three years ago. Between midlife and MS, gravity and my jawline have got into a serious deathmatch. Gravity is winning.

And the Max Studio dress really did just sit there on me. The way it drapes, it's made for cleavage. Ridiculous as it is to have double-D cups and no cleavage in sight, well, there you go. Mme. Vortex, OTOH? She and that dress are a match made in sempstress heaven.

And damn, nearly forgot - Consuela, you said you're bringing extra guests, yes? Can you - this holds true for anyone bringing extra people - make sure to go back to the Prom attendance link in Press, and click the Yes box the appropriate number of times? I'm going to need to sit down and give Lilibeth and Eva the hard count sometime during the next couple of weeks.

That honestly wasn't a whimper for reassurance

Oh, God, I know that - I really can't imagine you whimpering, or fishing for compliments.