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So, I kind of left you hanging yesterday after showering you with my non-seamstressy tips (and more importantly, cute pics of my daughter) on easy tailoring fixes.
But, as promised, I got my nipping and tucking done, and have the “big” (har har) tunic dress reveal for you today.
As a quick memory refresher, here’s the:
It’s not terrible or anything, but it’s definitely a tad on the roomy side.
And, now for the:
Pardon the pouty, I-just-ate-a-lemon faces. It was bright (and WINDY!) out, and I didn’t realize I was scowling.
I also didn’t realize I had major lipstick on my teeth, which kind of ruled out 90% of the smiley shots.
Furthermore, I did not realize that I came thisclose to having a Marilyn Monroe moment, due to a particularly enthusiastic gust of wind.
Apparently, I was completely clueless during this “shoot.”
Aaaah. A smiling shot. Much better. As is the fit of the dress, no?
(I took in about an 1 1/2” on each side, in case you’re wondering).
So, you up for a shoe story?
I was wandering through Marshall’s last Friday due to an unexpected snippet of kid-free time before I met up with the hubby for a date night, and I spied these beauties (not that I could have missed them since they were up front and center in the shoe section just as I came in the door).
I checked the price tag—$35—and kept on walking. I didn’t even look for my size.
Because I have willpower like that.
Or I don’t and knew that if I found them in my size, $35 for shoes I didn’t need but were practically screaming my name wouldn’t seem so bad.
I kept on, nosing my way through the clearance racks until I stumbled upon the tunic dress from above.
I looked high and low but couldn’t find it in any size but too-big-for-me.
But I loved it, and I knew I could use it for blog-fodder, so I tossed it in my basket anyway (after trying it on over my gym clothes right there in the dress aisle and giving a little old lady quite a fright as I was shimmying back out of it in full view of everybody; I think she was genuinely afraid by the time it got about 3 inches above my knee, and there might have been an audible gasp of relief when she spotted my shorts).
As “luck” would have it, I had to pass by those fantastic wedges again on my way to check out, and I couldn’t help noticing just how perfectly they played off the jewel-toned hues of my dress.
And that’s when I made the mistake I so handily avoided the first time.
I checked for my size.
And—lo and behold—of the two boxes left, one was a 9.
Furthermore, it was a very comfortable 9.
Into the basket they went.
And now, here I am—the somewhat ashamed owner of a pair of $35 shoes I do not need but love anyway.
I kept my receipt, and I double pinky promise that I only wore them to walk out to my driveway to take a picture, then walk right back inside.
So…do I keep the shoes?
You know me and how I’m always greedy for the “why” behind your vote.
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