Tomorrow my friend Chersten and I are volunteering at the Chicago Green Festival. I believe we are supposed to be box office lobby greeters. It was one of the few positions they needed to fill that didn't require heavy lifting. We prefer not to lift heavy things. Speaking of heavy things--we are. And they're providing us T-shirts to wear during our shift, and we are praying that they have big roomy T-shirts for their plus-size volunteers. I will probably lose sleep over this tonight. . .visions of the last shift of the weekend, and all they have left are mediums. . .
The word V O L U N T E E R spaced way across my front (or back). Apart from the slight chance of wardrobe malfunction, I am looking forward to participating in this event. We're going to try to get there early so we can scope out the show before we get started greeting. It also mentioned crowd control/security as part of our job. I'm sure that my bossy badass self can handle that aspect of it. And my sweet helpful friendly side will come in handy, too.
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I hope this goes great today! You totally cracked me up with your wardrobe malfunction worries! I hope it went fine and the shirts were even cute!
Good for you for volunteering!
If the t-shirts are snug just tap into your inner-white-trash-girl...
cut a slit down from the neck to expose maximum boobi-age, and pull the bottom hem up through and back around. VOILA! halter top!
OR, you can make those '80s slashes all over it. I find it most attractive if I put the slashes where you can see the pit-fat squishing out of my industrial or sports bra.
Please tell us how it went.
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