Campaign Party #1

Tonight was the first party of the year for the political campaign I'm working on and it went really well. Actually, there were a bunch of snafus before the evening started, but we have an excellent team and none of the guests had any idea. That's a great indication of success, don't you think?

I'm not sure what to say about my appearance. As far as girling goes, I was as happy as I ever am. I straightened my hair and, while I definitely need to invest in clips, not a strand was out of place. I did my makeup as best as I know how and even reached a new understanding of how to work the CoverGirl Instant Cheekbones blush. I was wearing a brand new dress that I got from Macy's that looks like it came straight from the pages of Matchbook. I topped it with a red cardigan and matching flats. If Blair Waldorf shopped box stores, she would have approved of those shoes.

But it was the same as always. The woman hosting the party told me I looked twelve. When I introduced myself to one of the workers on an upcoming fundraiser, he asked me if I was old enough to vote.

I feel like there is some knowledge of how to be a girly girl that is constantly escaping me and the people around me just assume I don't want or need to know. I feel like there is some secret that's probably super simple to the point that people think I'm purposefully not utilizing it. Here's a hint: yes, I'm confident. Yes, I love myself. And heck yes, I love sleeping in. But teach me your ways. Teach me how to girl.