What Not To Wear

Crap. Eileen Fisher ballet dress makes me look like a sack of charcoal. This new diet kick has left me in between sizes, and I'm now panicked about what I'm going to wear for Matt's second interviews. The old standby- my Karen Kane black wrap dress- can be a tad on the low cut side. Nothing says desperate more during an interview than an exposed nipple, don't ya think? I'm going to have to breakdown and take a trip to the dreaded mall. Have pity for me, and if I'm not back in 24 hours- call the police, because that means that I'm trapped under some gymbucks and Mrs. Fields cookies.