At the start of this year I went to Melbourne with my flatmates. We were visiting our friend Chris, and going to Laneway, and generally just having a holiday. I had saved up money thinking I would spend up large, but I found nothing. There was nothing I wanted. This is unusual for me. It got to the last day of our trip and I was starting to stress out about not buying anything. It sounds stupid, but I was really starting to feel like I had wasted my shopping opportunity. I had (some) money, and it was there to be SPENT for god’s sake. The logical side of me would say I should have really just held onto the cash and waited until I had found something I really wanted, but I was not logical.
Anyhow, the point is, about 4 hours before we were to leave for the airport, I walked into Green with Envy. and spotted this Camilla and Marc, navy organza ‘Charlotte’ frock (shown above in white). It was beautiful. It was girly, it was navy (I love navy) and it was in my size.
It was also about AU$580. Almost the most money I have ever spent on one item of clothing.
I don’t know if it was the extreme heat (it was January) or the fact that I was so desperate to leave Melbourne with some kind of clothing purchase, but the point of this story is, I got out my credit card and I bought it.
This is all well and good, but come a month later where I needed to wear it, and I discover it doesn’t really fit that well. I do not have enough chest to fill the top. Chest as in ‘boob’ and chest as in actual chest, as in rib cage. ‘Interesting’, I think. ‘Maybe the heat and the fact that I was deluded when I bought it made it fit at the time of purchase?’
I persevered. I put on a padded, strapless bra (is that too much information???) and got out the Hollywood Tape. It worked okay, I survived the night and vowed to get it taken in at the next available opportunity.
Fast forward a few months. Fast forward to two weeks ago in fact. I take my dress in to get taken in, I have a wedding to go to on January 2nd and want to wear the dress to it. As it is only a little too big, the dressmaker suggests some kind of elastic to help keep it up. All well and good. Fast forward again to today. I receive the amended dress. I put it on:
It is still too big!
I don’t know what happened.
The moral of this story is 1. Do not impulse buy. It is bad.
Actually, there is no point to this post. I don’t even know why I started writing it. I just had to rant. This dress is becoming the bane of my life. What to do? What to do?! It is taunting me in my wardrobe. I’d hate it if I didn’t love it so much.