Oh, that’s different. Never mind!

While in the process of getting decked out for a holiday party tonight, i was leaning heavily on The Girl for advice.  She’s got great fashion sense, and has yet to steer me wrong…

Black and red halter dress, black stockings, high heeled pumps.  Topped off by a santa hat… red with black fur to match the outfit.

daisyfae:  How does it work?  Do i need the solid black tights?

The Girl:  It looks good.  You look a little “tardy” though…

daisyfae [confused]:  “Tardy”?  Huh?  Like a “tard”?

The Girl:  No, “TARTY”.  Like a “tart”.

daisyfae [scooting off to brush teeth]:  Oh…  cool…

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21 thoughts on “Oh, that’s different. Never mind!

  1. have to agree with chris, sugar! pictures please! (my holiday garb consists of fuzzy slippers, thermals and a big ole sweater belonging to the MITM!) yeah, i’m real southern class here, baby! ;~D xoxoxox

  2. chris – depends if my ‘gentleman friend du soir’ will send me the pics he took before we left… and trust me, there are NO ‘after’ photos. that would have been bad. very bad…

    savannah – will see if i can get a pic. today, my holiday garb was much like yours… yoga pants and a bullwinkle sweatshirt for most of the day.

    mongolian girl – oh, i’m liking that… suspect i should have been ‘helmeted’ by the end of the evening. it was the shots of limoncello that did me in. grain alcohol?!?!? seriously, if that doesn’t kill brain cells, i don’t know what does….

    blazngfyre – oh, it was grand. in at 4am, slept til noon, woke up wondering “what the fuck?!?”. pretty much the definition of ‘throwin’ down’….

    nursemyra – no, twas the awful and rude slang term that i first heard…

    tNb – loves to play dress up! i was perhaps the most tartily clad there… but i was complimented by a cute 21 year old boy. said i looked great, and he wasn’t even trying to pick me up…

    archie – great point. but i’ll ask the question i always ask, that no one seems able or willing to answer: “Dr. Who?”

    upset waitress – exactly. i suspect that at some point i’m going to have to have a yard sale to unload all of my ‘skank wear’. but not just yet…

    DP – you and several of the other gents at the party like Sweet Tarts. surprised there weren’t handprints on my backside from the dance floor activities…

    syncopated eyeball – it was a blast. may take another day to fully recover, but i love a party where spontaneous singing and dancing breaks out! didn’t know anyone there, but ended up making lots of friends! maybe it was the dress?!?

  3. Oh, tarty! I love tarty. It sends the message that you are sweet, in a luscious kind of way, and feisty, in a come hither kind of way. Kudos to The Girl.

    My girls might have called me slutty, but I now know that look is tarty! I will educate them about this for my next holiday affair.

    Oh wait . . . no holiday affair for me. The face is still healing from that little laser thingamabob . . . Maybe next year.

  4. at least you have better hygiene habits than most tarts. Try to maintain the drinking=sober ratio so you don’t become “tardy” instead.

    Merry Christmas

  5. fragrant liar – i suppose if you strike the right level of (ahem) “tart”, no one might notice the little issues from the laser thingie!

    alex – maybe… have to bug my photog to get the one where he is not groping standing next to me…

    Bb – usually, i suppose. but my daughter has class, and seems to have entirely missed that ‘trailer park’ gene. my son and i have enough for the entire clan…

    mstng – spank you very much…

    stephanie – it helps me sleep just a little bit better at night, so i’m going with it…

    sean – EXCELLENT point! i’m just providing eye candy. i was mostly behaved!

    hisqueen – i wasn’t driving. there were shots of limoncello involved. i am pretty sure i had a grand time… but no more shots for this gal… ow…

  6. rassles – you’d make a SweeTart. it’s a lot of damn fun – especially being a SmarTart. they never see it coming when you bash them with logic… they are too busy staring at your rack or legs…

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