can't.breath.must.look.pretty.

posting a photo of my subject dress is not in the cards today.
silly blogger.

MAYBE i lean a little to the extreme {but just a little} when it comes to sacrficing for beauty. it's not as if i torture myself with six inch heels day in and day out. i try to look nice everyday, i just do so comfortably. i generally choose form over function...

BUT. i hit a new low today.

i shopped the sales rack at anthropologie on saturday with bestie jen.
we have pretty great shopping karma... as evidenced by my check register and my perpetual must-buy-more-hangers problem.

they had lots and lots of $29.95-ish things.

cute things.

all of them.

i approached the dressing room with a load.

you know when you're in the dressing room and you stumble upon those few things that you really cross your fingers for?

well.

there was this one dress.

made by girls from savoy

{i can't find it anywhere online, but it's a tried and true brand at anthro.}

it was a size six.

i am not a size six.

i'm a life long ten/twelve.

but it loooooked like it could work.

with fingers crossed

i slipped into the dress.
it went up

it went on

and all that remained was the zipper.

up.

up.

boob.

stop.

it stopped like a passenger vs. freight train. and the freight train won.

if at all possible, i willed it upon myself to fit my boobs into that dress.
i thought about it real hard.

and turned the zipper over to jen.

in a single zip, she got it up.

but like that passenger vs. freight train sitch,

it knocked the wind right out of me.

we had deliberate conversation about the reality of getting that dress on without jen's help in the morning.

"on the days i don't have early meetings, i could come over and you could zip me."

"or beth could help you once you got into the office. i mean, unless you feel comfortable asking dave to help you in carpool..."

so, i did what every logical irrational money spender did.

i bought the dress.

and today,

12 hours after that magical self-zipped moment

a lot of half breaths down,

but zero deep breaths to call my own

not a single heartly laugh yet...

for fear my dress will split right down the seam.
i am wearing that dress.

and i am loving it.