At Work in a Crooked Dress (and Shoeless)!

Remember the honeymoon dresses I described a few days ago?  Well, I wore one to work today as it's been unseasonably warm here in North Carolina. However, all day, I was tugging, pulling and yanking at the top half of my dress because I felt like I had a twisted towel wrapped around me.  I cannot figure out exactly whether it was my bra that was misshapen or if the dress was sewn crooked.  Either way, it doesn't matter as it was annoying and I felt like I needed a V8 all day!  Aside from the fact that my bra straps wouldn't stay put, I kept running my hands up and down my hips to make sure the seems of my dress were straight.  I really couldn't really tell what was going on; everything was just off, either the bra was slipping or the dress was crooked and for either reason I was groping, pulling and tugging all day.  I felt like a hot mess as they say!

And, yes.  That is me in my office with no shoes on!  Why you ask?  Because I had the audacity to walk more than 3 feet in my (stupid) new sandals and they gave me blisters!  Blisters between my toes no less!  I'm so glad I'm wearing a $50+ dress, a $40 bra and new sandals (can't remember how much they cost), with this as the end result: a crooked, blistered, shoeless mess!  Ugh...I don't even know why I bother sometimes. 

Women and Shopping

I was talking to my fiancé the other day about my blog and the inspiration behind it.  I know I was talking to a man about clothing; it's my own fault...but, please hear me out anyway.  I started with the article I shared on February 12, 2012, an instance where a writer talks about women's clothing being thin and flimsy; and how we're expected to purchase several shirts to create a "layered" look.  Well, before I could even get my thoughts out, he chimes in with his two cents on the subject.  His explanation was that the designers know how women like to shop so they don't waist the money making durable clothing.  To preserve my relationship, I simply changed the subject but what I really wanted to say is as follows:

Do we really love shopping that much?  Do we really love having to purchase yet another tank top because ours shredded in the wash, or because another t-shirt now has one sleeve with a twisted seem (oh that’s so annoying)!  I know we love shopping for jeans.  We love having to try on boot cut, straight cut, boyfriend cut, wide leg and slim cut in three different sizes and lengths only to realize that all are too long (because we are not supermodel tall) and all are far too damn expensive considering the fact that they won’t fit after we wash and dry them!  

Actually maybe today we’re going to be sensible and just purchase a new top for work.  However, the only reason you need a new top for work is because yours has a hole in the armpit which you didn't notice until your co-worker pointed out to you after your presentation.

Then again, if we’re really lucky we'll get to go shopping for a new bra.  I love bra shopping, especially when the sales associate wants to come into the dressing room to fit me!  Plus, I always walk away feeling satisfied and not taken advantage of at all.  I know I've purchased just the right bra for me; it was designed not pinch my armpit, squeeze my back or chest and certainly won’t give me that just baked “muffin top” look or yank down on my shoulders and back leaving indentations and red marks.  I will pay just $35-$60 or more for a good quality medieval torture device...or rather what I meant to say was a supportive under garment that will make me feel like a strong confident woman!

Yes, honey.  You're right.  I love to shop!  I love to spend hours searching for the perfect pair of ill-fitting jeans that will drag on the floor to go with my crappy tank top and broken bra.