I had some shopping drama this weekend...not so much about how much to spend, but what to buy?!

I've been so remiss about dressing categories (business casual, evening wear, etc), that my closet has evolved into a blur of casual funk (like I said before, it's dangerous to let your inner-teenager do your clothes shopping). Let's face it, I am not Carrie Bradshaw (from Sex and the City - LOVE THAT SHOW!). Not only do I not have her freespirit lifestyle (how she supported herself on a columnists salary in New York city is another issue), but I do not have the movie star cache to support any of my fashion missteps (sometimes Carrie did look a little silly), and sometimes my thirty-four going on thirteen mini-skirt and tank-top is not going to equal serious professinal in office America.

So, today, while every fiber of my being gravitated to a sequined tank top, I had to have my wonderful friend Dana, take me by the hand and put in it a basic black button down shirt. It was a seminal purchase in my thirties life.

Just for today, I can dress like an adult.