I Wore The Dress

Several months ago I blogged about a dress that I bought. It's been months and progress has been slow but I can finally wear that dress.

Last night Scot and I went out to dinner for our anniversary and I donned my flippy blue dress for the occasion.  I don't look like a dress form so it doesn't fit me like it fits a dress form.  But it does fit.

So here's the proof:

I swear I didn't look that frumpy in person.

I Have A Dress

This dress is a fantastic little day dress.

This dress could have walked right off the set of Mad Men.

This dress is a dress I have coveted for months yet not succumbed to its charms.

This dress is now mine.

It was out of stock for weeks.  I considered this a good thing because otherwise I would have just spent the money on it.  Then, I found out it was available again.  There was one left.  It was in my size.  I couldn't walk away.  I bought it.

It arrived today and it's just as awesome in person.  However, that size? Wrong.  It's too small.  Oh, I could probably squeeze into it but I wouldn't be able to sit down or eat or breathe and I'd look completely ridiculous.

But it's OK.  Now, I have a concrete goal: I want to wear that dress.  No, I want to ROCK that dress.  It will take work.  But if I lose some weight (not even everything I need to lose) I will be able to wear that dress and wear it well.

So the next time the donuts are calling my name?  I'll think of the dress.  The next time I'd rather stuff my face with Cheez-its?  I'll think of the dress.

Then, I'll make a different choice - a better choice - and take another step on the path to wearing that dress.  The dress doesn't fit now but it will one day in the very near future.