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Last February when I went to London for Frankenstein, I spotted this dress at Ted Baker. I passed it by on the hanger, noted to my sister that it was very pretty, and moved on.
And then BANG!
I couldn't stop thinking about the damn dress. I also couldn't justify paying £250 (I'm not the sister of the future Queen of England, nor do I walk the red carpet, and I didn't have a wedding to go to).
Patience is not my thing. Unless I have my eyes on something. Then I can lay in, quietly waiting to pounce at the right moment.
I waited for the Ted Baker sales in the Summer. The price was slashed in half (£125) and the smaller sizes were already gone. I waited. I almost bought it. But I couldn't still part with that amount of money, for something I was not going to wear anywhere, and that I had never even tried! It could fit horribly, be too short, the colour was not ideal...
The sale finished, the dress was gone. I started stalking Ebay. There are dozens of Ted Baker dresses for sale there. I did this for months and months. I probably saw dozens of dresses of certain popular models. I never once saw the dress I was looking for. Not once.
Every once in a while, I looked outside of Ebay and did a quick google search.
A few weeks ago I found the dress at Asos again. Asos was one of the online stores that had the dress back in the Winter and on sale in the Summer as well. It was £75. The smaller numbers were sold out. It was 1 am. I was in bed.
I got out of bed, got my VISA card and bought the available size that was closest to my own, right then and there.
Last week the dress arrived in a ratty, soft, plastic envelope, folded in itself. I ripped the plastic and shook the dress off. I molded it against my body and it felt like the right size. I actually went to take a shower before trying the dress on (!!!).
It's the right size. It's the right length. It's the right colour. It's fucking gorgeous. It’s hanging in my closet.
And it only took one year.
And then BANG!
I couldn't stop thinking about the damn dress. I also couldn't justify paying £250 (I'm not the sister of the future Queen of England, nor do I walk the red carpet, and I didn't have a wedding to go to).
Patience is not my thing. Unless I have my eyes on something. Then I can lay in, quietly waiting to pounce at the right moment.
I waited for the Ted Baker sales in the Summer. The price was slashed in half (£125) and the smaller sizes were already gone. I waited. I almost bought it. But I couldn't still part with that amount of money, for something I was not going to wear anywhere, and that I had never even tried! It could fit horribly, be too short, the colour was not ideal...
The sale finished, the dress was gone. I started stalking Ebay. There are dozens of Ted Baker dresses for sale there. I did this for months and months. I probably saw dozens of dresses of certain popular models. I never once saw the dress I was looking for. Not once.
Every once in a while, I looked outside of Ebay and did a quick google search.
A few weeks ago I found the dress at Asos again. Asos was one of the online stores that had the dress back in the Winter and on sale in the Summer as well. It was £75. The smaller numbers were sold out. It was 1 am. I was in bed.
I got out of bed, got my VISA card and bought the available size that was closest to my own, right then and there.
Last week the dress arrived in a ratty, soft, plastic envelope, folded in itself. I ripped the plastic and shook the dress off. I molded it against my body and it felt like the right size. I actually went to take a shower before trying the dress on (!!!).
It's the right size. It's the right length. It's the right colour. It's fucking gorgeous. It’s hanging in my closet.
And it only took one year.