Death CAbi for Cutie

I went to a really fun CAbi trunk show last night and bought this little number.

The picture doesn’t do it justice; it’s as cute as can be. Or maybe it’s just because I’m so stunningly attractive that I can get away with it. (Hmmm, maybe I should close the comments on this posting.)

Actually, I went to the CAbi site before the party, didn’t particularly love the clothes, and vowed that I wouldn’t buy anything. Maybe it was the wine talking but when the clothes were right in front of me, they took on a life of their own. I wanted everything in the collection. Well, maybe not everything—there were some Maude-like dusters that wouldn't behoove me—but I loved more items in the collection than I was prepared to. And, strangely enough, the dusters looked great on some of the women there. I also liked the Veranda skirt but two casual skirts seemed like overkill since I either wear suits or jeans and rarely anything in betwixt.

If I was looking for a new career opportunity, I think selling these clothes in other people's homes could be fun. Then again, I think driving an 18-wheeler would be fun, too. Maybe I should just stick with management consulting.