I found a lovely pink and black Tahari Dress at Filene's Basement last week when I was shopping with the Dissertating Yogini, but they didn't have it in any size close to my own, and I knew I wouldn't have time for alterations. So on Saturday in an attempt to occupy myself I went to the mall just to take a spin around Nordstroms and Macy's to see if I might find anything wearable and on sale. I figured that if I didn't I could find something in my wardrobe or revert back to the LBS idea if push came to shove. I found the Tahari Dress again in a size that fit. It was full price, but I figured even though I'll only defend my dissertation once, I could probably get more usage out of it as conference attire. Boy was I wrong about that! When I put in on this morning, I realized that I could see any and every line and bump in the mirror. Even with a slip lines that in no way should have been visible were, so I put on hose. I checked the mirror again, and saw that a huge line running up the middle of my butt was then visible thanks to the hose. What the fuck, Macy's mirrors?!?!? Thanks for nothing.
Possibly no one but me would have noticed, but I couldn't imagine going through a defense already feeling horribly self-conscious about lines on my ass. So I went for my old standby purple plaid dress with my old standby combo of dress + blazer and my briefcase.1
1. Dress - Rabbit Rabbit (remixed)
Blazer - Calvin Klein (remixed)
Shoes - John Fluevog (remixed)
Briefcase - McKlein USA (remixed)
Cameo earrings - Secondhand via Ebay (remixed)
Have you ever had a similar outfit malfunction? Would you have changed under similar circumstances or would you have forged ahead lines and all?
Wardrobe problem aside, I'm relishing this moment! I'm off this evening to celebrate!
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