gratuitous fashion post
So, I haven't updated in ages. And sadly, I haven't got much of interest to say, other than to share the fruits of my hunt for a suitable, affordable cocktail dress (I'm getting pressed into service as an Insta-Date at a ritzy fundraiser for a local environmental charity).
Those of y'all who know me know all about The Bosom of Doom . . ., which ought to be eligible to vote, because I think it actually extends into the next voting precinct. The Bosom of Doom presents real problems when it comes to clothes-shopping -- I spend a small fortune and a lot of time having stuff altered. And I had about a week's notice to find a nice cocktail dress, which wasn't enough time to have something altered to fit.
After driving all over town, much gnashing of teeth and stressful moments in fitting rooms (like getting stuck in a dress when the zipper broke!) I scored, big time. After traipsing all over town, I finally found a dress which not only fit The Bosom of Doom, but also wasn't baggy or shapeless in the waist/hips.
Observe and pretend this dress is black:
$29 on a clearance rack. Can't beat that. It might not be my ideal dress, but it fit nicely, my tits weren't spilling out like giant, oversized muffins of obscenity, and the price was very, very kind to my wallet.
And, while I'm in a photo sharing mood, I snagged the following shoes, courtsey of my favorite comfort-brand:
I must be getting old . . . I'm trading in my adorable, saucy shoes for sensible comfort-brands. Tearing my ACL 2 years ago and a mild case of plantar fasciitis may have had something to do with that, too.
Those of y'all who know me know all about The Bosom of Doom . . ., which ought to be eligible to vote, because I think it actually extends into the next voting precinct. The Bosom of Doom presents real problems when it comes to clothes-shopping -- I spend a small fortune and a lot of time having stuff altered. And I had about a week's notice to find a nice cocktail dress, which wasn't enough time to have something altered to fit.
After driving all over town, much gnashing of teeth and stressful moments in fitting rooms (like getting stuck in a dress when the zipper broke!) I scored, big time. After traipsing all over town, I finally found a dress which not only fit The Bosom of Doom, but also wasn't baggy or shapeless in the waist/hips.
Observe and pretend this dress is black:
$29 on a clearance rack. Can't beat that. It might not be my ideal dress, but it fit nicely, my tits weren't spilling out like giant, oversized muffins of obscenity, and the price was very, very kind to my wallet.
And, while I'm in a photo sharing mood, I snagged the following shoes, courtsey of my favorite comfort-brand:
I must be getting old . . . I'm trading in my adorable, saucy shoes for sensible comfort-brands. Tearing my ACL 2 years ago and a mild case of plantar fasciitis may have had something to do with that, too.