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Last night was too much fun. Supposedly we may need to get out more though. Or so it might have been suggested when Cyn and I debuted our funky-fly new moves:
Look for them in an MTV video coming soon to a tv screen near you. No, really. We had Da Girlz doing 'em in no time. Though Panic's Angry Snake got a little lippier with her than any of ours. It's only a matter of time before this new dance craze sweeps the entire nation. *nods*
Just wait til we unleash our Night Fevah!
Ha.
Today diannadinoble saved my life. Well, okay. Maybe not actually my LIFE. But my sanity at any rate. Ordering online is skerry. Ordering clothes online is even skerrier. Ordering your wedding dress/outfit online is downright terrorific. And for good reason. I thought I was playing it somewhat safe given that they were custom making it to my measurements.
Double ha.
Ill fitting disaster does not even begin to describe it. The bust is so tight it flattened my considerable tits. The top is about 4 inches too long so it looks like a granny tunic. The waist/underribs is so wide it could fit my tits better than the bust area. The saddlebags sewn into the hips were literally a good 6 extra inches of fabric just bulging there, accentuating what is undoubtedly my best asset. And the skirt was so damned long even in 6 inch platforms I was likely to trip over it. It was so gawd-awful I didn't even cry. All I could do was laugh. And laugh. And laugh.
Then Dianna worked her magic.
The top, completely unsalvagable. The skirt, absolutely perfect now. I offered her my second born child in thanks but she laughed even harder than I did at the original outfit. Go figure.
So now Cyn and I go on the hunt for a top that will complement the rest of the outfit. No biggie, I don't think. The skirt and veil were the show stoppers anyhow.
We have 10 days.
May The Force Be With Us.
Look for them in an MTV video coming soon to a tv screen near you. No, really. We had Da Girlz doing 'em in no time. Though Panic's Angry Snake got a little lippier with her than any of ours. It's only a matter of time before this new dance craze sweeps the entire nation. *nods*
Just wait til we unleash our Night Fevah!
Ha.
Today diannadinoble saved my life. Well, okay. Maybe not actually my LIFE. But my sanity at any rate. Ordering online is skerry. Ordering clothes online is even skerrier. Ordering your wedding dress/outfit online is downright terrorific. And for good reason. I thought I was playing it somewhat safe given that they were custom making it to my measurements.
Double ha.
Ill fitting disaster does not even begin to describe it. The bust is so tight it flattened my considerable tits. The top is about 4 inches too long so it looks like a granny tunic. The waist/underribs is so wide it could fit my tits better than the bust area. The saddlebags sewn into the hips were literally a good 6 extra inches of fabric just bulging there, accentuating what is undoubtedly my best asset. And the skirt was so damned long even in 6 inch platforms I was likely to trip over it. It was so gawd-awful I didn't even cry. All I could do was laugh. And laugh. And laugh.
Then Dianna worked her magic.
The top, completely unsalvagable. The skirt, absolutely perfect now. I offered her my second born child in thanks but she laughed even harder than I did at the original outfit. Go figure.
So now Cyn and I go on the hunt for a top that will complement the rest of the outfit. No biggie, I don't think. The skirt and veil were the show stoppers anyhow.
We have 10 days.
May The Force Be With Us.