So I am quite impressed that 1,000 people voted in my little poll down below. Okay really it was 952 but I like to round up so we'll say, oh, 2,000. TEN THOUSAND OF YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT I AM GOING TO WEAR TO A WEDDING! IN WICHITA! That humbles me. It touches my heart. Especially because I am absolutely terrified of public speaking. It makes me feel like crawling under my computer desk and never coming out. The internet, man- it's magical.
Husband says of course you guys voted for that dress because I told you (in four different languages) to vote for that dress. Huh uh not so, Husband. My readers are not mindless minions. They just have super duper awesome good taste in fashion. HA HA HAAAA. HA! Except for my Scandinavian readers. I never did get around to translating the word "five" into Norwegian or Dutch. My sincerest apologies.
A few of you asked me to ditch the belt around the dress, which I understand. Believe me, I do. Except I can't do that. And here's why- sans belt, the dress quickly goes from this:
Preen.
To this:
(the one on the right, squint harder)
And I'm not having it. Nuh uh uh. The dress doesn't have a waist, I don't have a waist, and it's one big GIANT fucking disaster without the belt. So the belt is staying, although I will spend a little more time positioning it so I don't look like I have tiny squares topped in a decadent arrangement of yellow roses for boobs. Promisies.
Also, coincidentally, did you know there's a website called nursinghomeapparel.com? There is, and they sell the beltless version of the yellow rosette Lulu's dress, and I'm scared. I also feel kind of sad for the models. They probably set out thinking they were about to embark on a super glamorous awesome career in modeling and their agent was all, "Oh yeah, um, well, we've booked you...but we've booked you to model muumuu's and isolation gowns in Paris" and they thought it was a new trend on the runway for Chanel, Lagerfeld that crazy creative fuck, but no- it's actual muumuu's. And isolation gowns. For nursing homes and I would like to think in Paris, Texas. I feel their pain myself, being a headless model on Ebay. Oh it hurts.
What's that bitter taste in my mouth, readers? OH YEAH. IT'S THE BITTER TASTE OF DISAPPOINTMENT. I'd like to think that I'm worth much more than $199.99, thanks. And I am still waiting for this so-called lucrative Headless Ebay Modeling career to take me somewhere.
Waaaaiting.
Also, coincidentally, did you know there's a website called nursinghomeapparel.com? There is, and they sell the beltless version of the yellow rosette Lulu's dress, and I'm scared. I also feel kind of sad for the models. They probably set out thinking they were about to embark on a super glamorous awesome career in modeling and their agent was all, "Oh yeah, um, well, we've booked you...but we've booked you to model muumuu's and isolation gowns in Paris" and they thought it was a new trend on the runway for Chanel, Lagerfeld that crazy creative fuck, but no- it's actual muumuu's. And isolation gowns. For nursing homes and I would like to think in Paris, Texas. I feel their pain myself, being a headless model on Ebay. Oh it hurts.
What's that bitter taste in my mouth, readers? OH YEAH. IT'S THE BITTER TASTE OF DISAPPOINTMENT. I'd like to think that I'm worth much more than $199.99, thanks. And I am still waiting for this so-called lucrative Headless Ebay Modeling career to take me somewhere.
Waaaaiting.
Anyway. So the Lulu's dress wins, and thank you all for voting, and now I am so excited because I think Husband should have a turquoise tie (or at least a turquoise pocket square) to match without being too matchy-matchy. Pocket square, Husband? Yes? No? Yes?
Yes!
*runs*
Yes!
*runs*
Chloe, Colorful Colorado. 5'8" (only) when teetering in her highest 6 inch Miu Miu platform heels. Likes fashion, broccoli, ice cream, clarifying that she does not eat ice cream with her broccoli as to not cause worldwide panic, hoarding beauty products & pretty shoes, tickle fights with her husband (he would like to clarify that he does not like them back, OKAY?), anything covered in sprinkles, any alcoholic beverage made with Tang, live music, clicking the camera, sarcasm fonts, vases stuffed full of pretty flowers, and laughing hard until her belly hurts. Wants an adventurous life, lots of puppies, to never obtusely wander around with her fly down, and to be an iconic Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress with a bright, festive print when she grows up. This is where she bravely documents it all. (