I can hear all my friends gasping on that one.
I had to buy one. Not as in I-had-to-because-it-was-calling-to-me-from-the-sale-rack-had-to, but because next month Hubbo and I are going to one of his best friends' wedding and he is in the wedding party which means I should try to look presentable. I have been putting off looking for a dress for a long time. My friends who are reading this know of one time when I have worn a dress and that was at my wedding. But even then I was practical with the whole thing and wore sneakers underneath.
So yesterday, I sucked it up and went out looking. I don't like clothes shopping something real bad. I would pick having my legs waxed, pain and all, any old day.
Why I Hate Clothes Shopping:
It's inefficient--all the effort you put into looking to get one thing only to have to get it tailored anyway.
In the end it's just a covering for your body so you don't get arrested for public nudity, so why spend so much money to avoid a fine.
With everything you will buy you will always gravitate to a favorite outfit and let everything else languish in the closet.
I'd rather spend my money elsewhere.
Finally, I don't like dresses.
This is part of why I like knitting so much, I guess. My socks always fit and my feet are never cold. But whenever I bought socks the heels were halfway up the back of my leg. Ugh. I can make sweaters the color and style that I want with sleeves that fit and when I am tired of the style years later I can frog the sweater and reknit it into something else. All I need then is a pair of Birkenstocks and a pair of jeans. Easy. Whoever said you can't hike up a mountain in Birkenstocks (clogs or sandals) is a flat out liar.
So you must be wondering what this dress is that I bought. Would you believe that it was the first dress I pulled off the rack at the first store I went into and it fit like a glove? That never happens. I went home very carefully making sure I didn't get hit by a bus. I got it at a store called Mango. It's a Spanish chain owned by, of all people shoot-me-now, Penelope Cruz. Here it is.