So, Bridesmaid Round 12 is right around the corner.
{Yes, twelve. It's obscene, I know. Bring it on, 27 Dresses.}
My darlingest friend and college roomie {aka the lovely bride} instructed me to choose an outfit involving the colors deep red, gray or white. And I thought, "I probably already have those colors somewhere in my closet." But then I thought, "This is the 12th time I've been a bridesmaid. I am buying myself a hooverdam new dress because I can and that's why."
And thus I found myself at the mall this evening after work. And thus the following texts were sent to this bestie, because she puts up with my shenanigans...
5:31pm Red dress hunting commences. First outfit makes me feel like a hooker. Pop a piece of Fruit Stripe gum in my mouth and journey on.
5:32pm Fruit Stripe gum loses flavor.
5:34pm Find cat shoes in my size. Manage to let them go.
5:37pm Remember that "dress" is a liberal term these days and often includes items of clothing I would classify as "shirts" and "Barbie sized."
5:39pm Catch myself wandering aimlessly in the accessories section.
5:39 and a half pm Pause for brief inner pep talk.
5:42pm Enter new store. Read one $90 price tag. Leave new store.
5:43pm Encounter this mannequin.
5:46pm Consider looking at model homes.
5:47pm Experience olfactory trauma at the hands of the pretzel store, whose gluten-filled goodness I cannot safely partake.
5:52pm Suddenly wish the wedding was yellow.
6:16pm Concede that red dresses are not in season. Leave mall. Find food. Amen.
6:34pm Eat my feelings.
p.s. Kelsey's best response to my incessant texting: "Is the hooker outfit a negative thing?"
5 comments:
Chick fil a?? I'm pretty certain I'd recognize those waffle fries anywhere. Plus, they have gluten free goodness on their menu.
Also, i died. Laughed out Lloyd. (sometimes autocorrect is funny. I tried to fix that three times and it still says lloyd. )
That mannequin.
12. Also: 12. Lastly: 12?! you must have the patience of a world leader (and the friendships of a queen!)
Umm...I think I NEED the cat shoes! Where did you find them?! More importantly, why did you let them go?!
i seriously died laughing. and how did you possibly manage to pass up those cat shoes?
We might have to shop together. I feel like I could find joy on that mannequin alone for weeks.
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