The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
Er, no. Ixnay ill-fitting shoes, because your pinchy feet will drive you mad. Same for squeezy clothes, right? But maybe not for brilliant squeezy clothes?
I’ve had this secondhand dress since The Absent-Minded Professor treated me to a long Mother’s Day weekend earlier this year, visiting The Costume Technician in NYC. On the day she had to work, I visited every single thrift and consignment store within walking distance of her apartment. Because that’s how I roll when I travel.
I fell in love with this dress, but it was a wee bit snug in the hips – so snug that the cool gingham lining of the pockets puffed out like small party balloons on my hips. Sigh. Too small. I was puzzled and bummed because the dress fit my broad shoulders with room to spare, and I don’t actually have much in the hip department, being built like a pencil.
That didn’t prevent me from trying the dress on a second time before leaving the store, because I thought it was the best dress ever and that I would gladly throw all my other dresses away if this one would just stretcccccccchhhhhh and fit me. Dammit and waaaaah. Still too small. I reluctantly put on my Big Gurl Panties and left it.
Until I came back later in the afternoon, tried it on again, mooned over myself in the dressing room mirror, and still couldn’t deny the gingham pocket linings pooching out on both sides of my hips.
And bought it anyway. I had to because the label said:
I love you because you are beautiful and smart and in control of your life and finances your business acumen astonishes me and makes me want to arrange your flowers.
Well, hells to the yeah. Oh, and I’ve lost a little weight, so it fits me now. The pockets only pooch out when I sit down.
I guess I could just sew them shut…
P.S. I’m excited to link up with Not Dead Yet Style’s Visible Monday. I hope you’ll check out all the participants rockin’ their style at any age.