The choices were agonizing. How could it be so hard to just pick one? The actual question: What message was I trying to send? I stood in my towel, looking at both options: option one was a merlot red velvet spaghetti strap top with a long black ruffle multi-tiered skirt, option two was a black short chiffon wide sleeve skater dress. I debated for a second before going off to dry my hair. Surely this choice could wait. Either option had the same kind of makeup: a classic wing liner and a ruby red lip. My hair was not cooperating on the top, so I thought it only right to have a hat day. I had a western-style wide-brim soft wool hat that was perfect. Of course, it was in my favorite color, black. This hat would look perfect with option one. A moment later, I was dressed, putting on my chunky
