The difference between Cinderella and me is that her fairy godmother is able to successfully transform her from scullery maid to diva, and then our heroine carries it off. Me? Well, you can dress me up but I still look like I just rolled out of bed.
And so with an element of futility in mind, I primped for a girls' night. I wore a skirt (suitable for a PTA meeting), loafers and put on more makeup than usual (this means I used eye shadow). My companions looked stunning, decked out for a night on the town in fun party attire and further dwarfing my 5' with heels. I looked waifish, and not in a Kate Moss heroin sheik sort of way. The evening was a clash of Sex in the City and little orphan Annie.
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