I had to dress professionally the entire time. I traveled in black slacks and a sweater, then planned on wearing suits both of the other days.
Day One: I don't like the shirt I've brought to wear under the suit, and I can't wear the other one and switch things around because I had also forgotten to pack my jacket for Day Two, and so I needed to save the cute shirt. Since it would be jacket-less and all. And I wanted to look good, or at least feel like I looked good. I decided I liked the suit without a shirt at all, but it showed just a little too much cleavage. What to do. A little too much cleavage isn't okay at a work event with clients, even though it really was just a little too much.
Well, there is a sewing kit in my room...with a safety pin! Yay! Except it was the weakest most piece-of-shit safety pin ever and it just bent. I couldn't get it through the various layers of the suit.
But I was VERY insistent, in my sleep-deprived, perhaps a bit hungover state, that I wanted to wear the suit without the shirt.
Back to the sewing kit.
Sidebar: I do not sew.
I got myself a needle and some thread and sewed the suit on me. Yes I did. And it was perfect. I got the look I wanted.
I email my friend Chris this. We were chatting back and forth already and I told him I had sewed my boobs into my suit, because...well, because I was just a little proud of myself for using a needle and thread, and doing a little creative problem solving, and not drawing any blood. His response:
You “sewed yourself” into the suit. OMG that’s awesome. Marry me, Clare. Just say yes. We’ll work out the details later.