I loved it, but then I thought to myself, "Where am I gonna wear that?" So I forgot about it. But two weeks later, it was still in the window. So I stopped in today to ask about it. As soon as I flipped over the price tag, I saw two things: "Betsey Johnson" and "$86." Plus, the dress turned out to be two sizes too big (although it looked like my size on the mannequin). So I stared at it longingly for awhile before forcing myself to leave and walk back to my car.
Three hours later--after a crazy marathon of cleaning out my back bedroom for the second freaking time this year--I was back in the car driving to Greene Street so I could try the damn thing on because I wanted finally just to forget about it. When I walked in, however, the dress was no longer on the mannequin. Just as I was thinking, "Well that settles that. And goddammit, did I seriously just waste two more quarters on goddamn West Chester parking???" I noticed the dress shoved onto a nearby rack, clearly demoted from mannequin status. So I grabbed it and skipped off to the fitting room.
Is it a sad thing when you try something on and think, "Oh thank God!" when it officially doesn't fit? Not only was it too big, but I confirmed once and for all that cut-straight-across-the-top-strapless dresses are really not flattering on me. So I saved myself $86 today. Somewhere in a parallel universe, that dress is mine and it looks great on me. C'est la vie.
|Jewelry made from Barbie shoes at 5 Senses|
Thanks Joan! Next time you're in PA, I'll make sure I have a batch of vegan cupcakes ready for you ; )
I need to start a new crochet project ... there's one scarf upstairs that I have started and restarted THREE times in the past two years. Maybe I'll give that another shot this weekend.