The September issue of Vogue spends a lot of time examining a phenomena called "chic-o-phobia" - women afraid to be too chic, for fear of overdressing or looking like they are trying too hard.
I soon realized, I've become a victim. Since I've moved to Indianapolis, a lot of my chicest clothes have stayed in the closet, because my life is just more casual. I have one jacket, purchased just before I left Chi-town, that I haven't even worn yet. Thank God for Artsparkle - I finally got to wear my Tory Burch sequined sheath. I felt slightly overdressed, but it was ArtSPARKLE, after all.
I won't let myself fall victim to chic-o-phobia. I'm going to bust out the good stuff; life's too short to leave it in the closet.
So if you see someone, say, sitting outside the Brew Pub wildly overdressed - it will probably be me.
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