Glam or Sham update: maybe-diamond
I took my local bridesmaids-to-be shopping for dresses last night. Now, I actually really LIKE my bridesmaids, so it is important to me that they look good in their dresses and don’t feel like a lamp or look like a festively wrapped present the entire night. And while it would seem obvious that other brides would have similar intentions, after browsing the selection at this store, there is just no way that some of these dresses have been brought into existence for anything other than public humiliation.
In stores like these, they have just one sample dress for everyone to try on and squint into something that actually fits correctly. Adding to the difficulty of trying to imagine the sample dress in the right size, is the difficulty of trying to imagine it any color other than bright bright pink with orange piping. Which is hard to do. It’s pretty amazing how easily my thoughts on style are prejudiced by bright bright pink with orange piping.
Luckily, the one we ended up liking came in a nice sample color of black, so all’s well.
I got home in time to watch the Top Models J had taped for me (best fiancé EVER) and watch prophet Ahe’s predictions come to be. Also, are you ready to feel sorry for me? The children’s book workshop I helped organize is happening at the same time as the Apprentice finale next week. I feel as though I have worked very hard all season watching and judging, judging and snarking, only to be denied the very three hour finale extravaganza that it was all leading up to! Of course I could tape it, but I don’t feel very confident in my ability to get through Friday without finding out who was crowned king baby-Trump. Although I suppose it will be Kelly. Because it sure won’t be Sandy. Why is she still here?
Oh god. We, just this minute, got a package at the office from my mom, who has sent us an advance tin of the family’s secret recipe toffee. Am drooling too much to type now. Must eat.
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