The weight distribution is chef’s kiss – forgot I’m wearing them until praise floods in.

Dancing light patterns distract from my terrible karaoke skills. Social armor!

Caught my reflection in a subway window and gasped – who is that put-together goddess?

The clasp survived my nervous fidgeting during a police pullover. Multitasker!

Babysitter asked if I’m going clubbing. Jokes on her – Target run glam!