Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Master Blasters

I love my Toastmasters peeps. They inspire me, entertain me, and sometimes bring beer to our meetings. After a long day, when I thought I couldn’t bear any more human contact, they gave me the energy to be my best for 90 more minutes.

Jacket, Xhilaration (thrifted). Dress, Donna Morgan (consignment). Shoes, Nine West. Hat, Charming Charlie. Earrings, vintage. Belt, thrifted. Bag, Clarks.

Because I can’t call anything by its proper name, I refer to our club as Master Blasters. The nickname makes me think of Transformers, boomboxes, and explosions. Our meeting wasn’t quite that exciting, but energizing, nonetheless.

1 comment:

Sheila said...

New dress! I love the vibrant colour and the fit - great swooshy hemline. I enjoyed Toastmasters for the time I did it, but I don't do well with organized meetings. I end up running them! It's a good thing for others (because I run things really well), but bad for me (because it stops being fun). I've stopped belonging to clubs. Well, except for Book Club (which I run, but also enjoy).

Master Blaster makes me think of "Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome."