As a second child, I was tortured with hand-me-downs and borrowed clothes for years until the day my big sister went off to college and my closet was my own. The thought of renting clothes seemed a bit desperate in my opinion. Then my best friend from high school decided…
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If you’re at all like me, you hear the words “formal attire” and immediately conjure flashbacks to late-nineties crushed velvet dresses, paired with elbow-length silk gloves and bad hair. Yikes. So, when my in-laws recently invited us to a black-tie event in Nashville, I promptly had a panic-induced, butwhatamIgonnawear?? moment. You…
