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serindeI hit Macy's just now. And, mirabile dictu, found a dress.
It's a very nice dress. It fits. It's tolerably flattering. It shows cleavage and butt curve. It has a bit of ornamentation but isn't encrusted stem to stern. I CAN WEAR A REGULAR BRA WITH IT (until you've worn a corset for 4+ hours, you know not how important that is). It was within the price range I'd figured on. What it is not is stunningly fabulous. It's just...a nice evening dress from the store.
I dithered and wibbled and plotzed in the fitting room. The more I looked at the dress, the more generic it seemed, and the more I imagined the knockout that Beth and I could create. But--so easy. Not spending the next four weeks driving myself into a frenzy has an appeal that only people who live at close quarters with me can appreciate. On the other hand, as I'd noted earlier in the week, stark necessity is the only thing that seems to drive me out of lethargic complacency into some kind of advancement.
Finally, a decision: I am hedging my bets. I have purchased the dress, which is fully returnable within six months if unworn with the tags still attached. And I shall begin work on the design in my head. If I finish it and it is worthy in my sight, great; I'll return this'un to Macy's. If I don't, or if it's clear that doing so will kill me (or make my loved ones do so), or if I am not joyed with the result, I have a perfectly acceptable alternative.
It's a very nice dress. It fits. It's tolerably flattering. It shows cleavage and butt curve. It has a bit of ornamentation but isn't encrusted stem to stern. I CAN WEAR A REGULAR BRA WITH IT (until you've worn a corset for 4+ hours, you know not how important that is). It was within the price range I'd figured on. What it is not is stunningly fabulous. It's just...a nice evening dress from the store.
I dithered and wibbled and plotzed in the fitting room. The more I looked at the dress, the more generic it seemed, and the more I imagined the knockout that Beth and I could create. But--so easy. Not spending the next four weeks driving myself into a frenzy has an appeal that only people who live at close quarters with me can appreciate. On the other hand, as I'd noted earlier in the week, stark necessity is the only thing that seems to drive me out of lethargic complacency into some kind of advancement.
Finally, a decision: I am hedging my bets. I have purchased the dress, which is fully returnable within six months if unworn with the tags still attached. And I shall begin work on the design in my head. If I finish it and it is worthy in my sight, great; I'll return this'un to Macy's. If I don't, or if it's clear that doing so will kill me (or make my loved ones do so), or if I am not joyed with the result, I have a perfectly acceptable alternative.
