Clothes not to battle plumbing in
At the urging of Anne (and I always do whatever Anne says; just ask her about the lettuce), I went shopping for ball gowns at the Herberger's sale last night. I'm kinda waiting for buyer's remorse to set in now, although how one can be properly remorseful over such cheap clothes I'm not sure.
"Ball gown" for wearing by me usually means tea length or longer, loose and flowing, cotton in a bright solid colour, with a neck and shoulders constructed to hide the sports bra ('cause when you wear ball gowns exclusively to do Scottish dancing in, that's a consideration).
I have somehow ended up with two moderately low-cut tank top dresses in totally artificial fabric and sparkly things. They're roughly knee-length and skin-tight down to the hips. The phrase "totally not-me" comes to mind. It remains to be seen whether I manage to make myself wear them in public. Next ball is March 10.
I think I need to find myself some new underwear.
"Ball gown" for wearing by me usually means tea length or longer, loose and flowing, cotton in a bright solid colour, with a neck and shoulders constructed to hide the sports bra ('cause when you wear ball gowns exclusively to do Scottish dancing in, that's a consideration).
I have somehow ended up with two moderately low-cut tank top dresses in totally artificial fabric and sparkly things. They're roughly knee-length and skin-tight down to the hips. The phrase "totally not-me" comes to mind. It remains to be seen whether I manage to make myself wear them in public. Next ball is March 10.
I think I need to find myself some new underwear.