Tanlines, Tears and Thrifting
Dress? Thrifted Shoes? Kate Spade, thrifted Clutch? Thrifted Bracelets? Crazy lady at The Ex
I really like this dress. That made it an excellent choice for the thrift edition of EBEW. However, I think I may have asked too much from this dress.
It wasn't enough that it was a classic, silk, leopard print, wrap dress that I bought during the 50% sale at Value Village... I expected the dress to give me the gift of grace and poise as well. Maybe because I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror (whatever, I was actually staring, not glimpsing...) and thought for a second that I was a blonde Kate Middleton. All that fanciful thinking of grace, poise and Kate Middleton did me no good on this particular day because I let my emotions get the better of me in a frustrating moment and I broke down in a fit of tears. And then I cried some more because I was embarrassed that I was even crying in the first place. It was an cycle of weeping, really. A thrifted dress, no matter how excellent, has no control over my tear ducts.
And while I have no grace and poise like Kendi's imaginary friend Kate, we do both face wardrobe malfunctions from the wind. The one without tanlines is the princess and the one with tanlines (I know... they kill me too) is the landscaper. In case you couldn't tell who was who...