Crisis Averted

My dress arrived on Wednesday. Phew! Of course, it's a little big at the top, but Wes's mom is a master (mistress?) seamstress, so I'm hoping I can leave it with her post-wedding and get back a custom-tailored frock.

But I don't really have shoes that match this dress. So I bought silver heels at Filene's. Except I can't really wear heels. I can't decide if I want to wreck my legs for the sake of hottness and essentially throw away the $50 I spent on the shoes by wearing them instead of just wearing my flats and returning the heels on Monday.

If it wasn't two weeks from the marathon and the economy wasn't melting down around us, I'd probably risk it.

Curses!

My dress still isn't here! I'm starting to get a little worried, because I leave for NC soon. I guess with UPS ground, it should get here by tomorrow, but since when does UPS take that long? And did they even send it UPS? Please, God, don't tell me they ship DHL...

My protein powder got here on Friday. (No, I still haven't opened it. I try not to think too much about it, especially at times like these, when I have a zucchini cake in the oven. Mmmmmm zucchini cake.)

Wes's bizarre shoes are here, though. I didn't even know he ordered them; the box just showed up to taunt me with its bold, Urban Outfitters (clearly not WHBM) logo.

Actually, the shoes kind of look like they have teeth, so it's like they're mocking me too!

Victory!

So I may or may not have spent a good chunk of my workday tracking down this dress.


I finally found one in California. (I guess that answers that question. And by "I," I mean the nice lady on White House Black Market's customer service line. After I went out to Union Station at lunch looking for it.)

I spent a lot of time at White House Black Market this weekend. The lady had me trying on everything in the store. Some of it was great, but this dress was my favorite. It was just a tad too small. So I went on a mission--and victory is mine!!

I'm also waiting for this dress to go on sale.


It looks better on me than on that model. But who pays retail? Especially when that retail is$148. (The answers to those questions are me, sometimes and never me.)

In conclusion, shop at White House Black Market. We can be twins. But please don't wear that dress if you're going to two weddings in Raleigh on Oct. 11. Thanks.

P.S. Why is the "cancel" button more prominent than the "upload photo button" on this interface? I canceled my photos like three times. That can't be operator error!

P.P.S. Sorry, Beth of the Lehigh Valley WHBM who spent an hour complimenting me (whether my outfit warranted that or not) and bringing me stuff only to have your commission go to some woman in Cali who just picked up the phone. I owe you one.

Clothing Optional Fridays

I ride my bike to work, as I kind of previously mentioned. I don't want to sweat through my work clothes, so I wear bike shorts and a t-shirt. Every morning I pack up my work clothes for the day and change at the office. Summer is great, because I can usually just jam a lightweight, space-efficient dress into my bag and ride away. Curse you, winter and your bulky layers!

But sometimes, like today, I forget things. It's really only a matter of time until I completely forget a change of clothes. So far I've managed to avoid that, but I have forgotten, on separate occasions, underwear and a bra. I wore my sports bra on my bike, and when I got to work I just kept it on, even though the light blue material hardly matched the v-neck dress I was wearing. Oh well. I've actually forgotten underwear a few times now, so I finally gave up and started wearing a pair under my bike shorts. Better safe than sorry when it comes to undies, I always say.

Today I just forgot the belt that goes with a dress. It's look-changing, but hardly life-changing. I'll let you know how it goes the day I forget my pants.