See that comic? That’s me every time I see a pretty dress. “Oh my goodness, this dress will change EVERYTHING and I will be BEAUTIFUL!” Then…. I look in the mirror. Dammit.
I’m also the ad exec’s favorite customer. I’m way too gullible. “That lady’s hair is GLORIOUS*! Obviously if I use that shampoo, I too will have glorious hair!”
I bring this up because I am once again forced into dress shopping. I say forced because while I enjoy looking and feeling pretty, dress shopping kind of does the opposite for me. I’m a difficult fit. Pear is not a dressmaker’s favorite design apparently. But, I love my Shaba (and I might actually find a pretty dress!!) so I’m doing my bridesmaid duty and hunting the perfect dress.
And I want this one:
But… mostly I want it because I want to look as poised and elegant as the model. Not gonna happen, I’m thinking.
Oh, and I also need a dress for my sister’s black tie dinner that she’s the executive chef of. No pressure there. So two dresses. And shoes. Yaaay! But craaap. Any good dress shops you guys can suggest?
*Yes, I do occasionally talk in capitals like that. Ask anyone who has been near me for more than a half hour.