And I’m concentrating on the important things: my outfit. I have a hard time holding the camera steady. But I like the Stacy-ghost version:
But here’s a sharper shot. I was going to flaunt tradition and wear a sleeveless top, because it got warm and the top is cute, but I chickened out. We’re supposed to wear our least slut-like outfits, and apparently no sleeves = loose woman. Note the totally unsexy comfy shoes.
Wish me luck on the high notes!