Miss Personality

How to Dress Up

So.

I am having a severe dilemma.

My mom is having a dinner party and I don't have a dress that I haven't worn to parties yet. I suppose that shouldn't matter, but it is in fact very important.

See, my best friend Lydia and I have this bet going where you have to keep wearing different dresses and clothes to every nice event.

There are many things wrong with this:

1) Most normal people buy dresses for seasons. Like, you get three new dresses for Christmas, three more for spring, a couple for summer. But you don't constantly buy dresses so that you can wear one once and discard it to the back of your closet, but that's what some rich people do.

2) Why do I have enough money to do that? Legitimately, it is messed up. I also kind of hate shopping, with a passion. Well, that isn't the complete truth. I am vehemently opposed to any shopping dealing with clothes, but I do love shoes and jewelry and definitely food. But clothes shopping is just disgusting. I honestly don't know why.

3) Why is this even a thing that you would want to do? Well, I'm not quite sure why. I think its because parties are somewhat boring for me, so at least this way I can have fun putting together an outfit. That is my favorite part of the day, after all.

Well, in the world of Margaret, (That's me!) strange things happen for strange reasons.

I can smell the expensive food being set out a floor below me. Absolutely delicious smell; completely repulsive food.

You know how in the movies, the people go somewhere fancy and eat really expensive food and then they ask what it is and they end up eating something like sheep brain? This has happened to me too many times.

Ah, the problems of a rich girl.

As for the food, i am REALLY craving a pizza right now. I would rather eat a floor pizza than eat the sheep brains and snail eyes.

Call me crazy.

Though i do have to say that it is thoroughly entertaining watching other people discover what they are eating. But I also feel bad. Half I the time I make secret labels and put them on the trays for a while to warn off people losing their appetites. The other half of the time, I figure, I was in your place once. I was eating gross food. I am still alive and you will be, too.

Now that my fabulous black lace dress and gray wedges are on, with my hair tied into a tight bun with a flower clip at the top, I can go down to the party.