the perfect time…

…to search for the black dress and blazer that’s not even from the same store or made of the same fabric and yet, somehow, is still the closest thing to a suit in your sundress-dominated closet is surely hours before that business formal mandatory dinner you have to attend, right?

If it’s not wedged into this row of shrink-wrapped garments from the dry cleaners or at least buried in the pile of dirty laundry (thank you Febreze) I am fucked.

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