Wednesday was predestined to be a good day. First off, it was warm in San Francisco (THIS NEVER HAPPENS). Secondly, I had a very fun little meeting to go to (check back on Monday for details about that!), and third, I had a cocktail reception to attend for my favorite charity. So I busted out the puffy shirt. My mom bought this shirt for me back in 2010 for our family's Christmas card photo shoot, and I've loved it ever since. While the sight of this shirt often terrifies my dry cleaner (so many ruffles!) and the ruffles look a bit different after every wash, I never tire of it. If you have to wear professional clothing, I feel like a puffy, ruffly shirt is really the way to go. Of course, I spilled red salsa down my right side at lunch on Wednesday, thus shattering the "I'm a professional!" illusion, but oh well. I don't think I own a single piece of clothing that doesn't have food stains on it.