Or –Who was I kidding? How can you resist a dress the color of which is called ‘royal blue’?

I have no character at all.
I admit it.

I first bought the dress a few weeks ago and after much deliberation, returned it, concerned I’d be too self contentious when wearing it, because it could make me feel like it’s not cut for me. The belt was hitting me above my waist (or where one should be in an ideal world).

Then I bought another dress of almost identical style and the belt was placed nearer to where I had thought the ideal position would be.

Sorry I can’t provide any evidence, in digital decluttering sweep I have deleted the photos from both camera and hard drive, so you’ll need to trust me on this one as I have checked and compared the photos and could only come up with one verdict – big NO for the dress no.2. Higher placed belt on no.1 suddenly looked just right. In theory, the sweet spot for the belt on my body type is there somewhere anyway, but comparing photos side by side made it all so perfectly clear.

Ah, the wisdom gained after taking photos of one’s outfits! Rae had cutely put it not so long ago: never break camera, never ever break. I wholeheartedly agree.

So, I caved in. I am a few days short of another paycheck, which was the point when depending on the change of mind I’d return to the store and check if the dress was waiting for me. But, I have decided the dress and I are meant to be. As Harry Burns would say “when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible”, so back to the store I went, swept it of the rack, bribed the cashier (ok, paid) and off we drove together. Ah, the joy. The royal blue joy.

Coming soon to a WIW near you.

The End