I had a birthday a couple of weeks ago. Most people get me "shopping" for my present. Which is a great present don't get me wrong. I love it so. Omom got me the first season of Pushing Daisies. Wahoo. Loved it.
My mom was going to "get" me a laser treatment on my underarms. But tonight, I saw a dress. Cute as can be. Hubby doesn't like me in dresses usually, because of my build. If the dress fits the boobies then it looks like a Mu mu on me, if the dress fits the body then the girls are this close to a jail break. I tried the dress on, it was iffy and hubby was home with the kiddos so I bought it and brought it home. Sure enough, even with all the wrangling the boobies weren't liking it. They were in the predefined booby area, but they were under a lot of pressure to fit in. So, back to the store you go.
Oh but wait, you could get a dress that fits the boobies and alter the dress to fit the body. Don't you watch "What Not to Wear"? Yes, once or twice a quarter I will watch it. Yes, I have bought clothes to fit the 'largest part' and taken it to an alterator. So, there I am with my over sized shirt, take it in, wait a week, pay almost as much as I did for the shirt in the first place, try it on, fits. Get it home, realize that the seams are on the outside. Yes, you heard correctly. They sewed it up on the outside, so now I have a shirt with little flappy areas all over it. Lovely. I'm too embarrassed to take it anywhere else, lest they think that I did it myself, because who would believe that someone could be that stupid.
So, until I can find someone I am stuck with knit tops, tshirts and separates. No button ups, no dresses.
Yes, I know you all feel bad for me, tiny
ps - I got 500 hits in one day over here yeah I know some of you get 500 hits a day without selling out, but I'm watching tv anyway and tomorrow I can go to McDonald's, alone, but six bucks is six bucks.