I looked so fab today and the only ones who saw me were people in a hospital waiting room.
Okay, I shouldn't complain. I spent four hours in the emergency room with my darling boyfriend, who was having one of his asthma attacks. I've been through this with him before. We go to the hospital, he gets medicine from the doctor, I sit in panic in the waiting room imagining the worst, he comes out, we go home.
But today I was wearing my gorgeous beige and gold Audrey coat, my rose Etro blouse, my mini beige Express skirt, and gold-buckled vintage shoes. I really hate to brag, but I was such a doll.
And while I sat in the waiting room, I pretended not to notice everyone staring at me. Six women complimented my coat and I just smiled and continued (fake) texting. A frat boy with a bloody arm tried to sit next to me but backed away, scared, when I shot him my glare of death. (Um, there were 20 open seats around me. And blood on Etro? Hell no). An older gentleman (30?) tried flirting with me. Fake text, fake text, fake text.
And I couldn't even enjoy the attention because I was sitting frozen in my seat, sick with worry for my Rian. Who, by the way, is fine.
Le sigh. I'm so vain.
I hope Rian gets this asthma thing figured out soon, otherwise I'm going to go bald from all this worry.
And that is SO not fab.