Dress Success
You know - as I was looking over my Spanx packaging a few weeks ago, I noticed that I was just ten pounds away from the next size down. Just ten pounds. I mean - how easy is that to lose? (HA!) So I returned them a few days later and got the next size down. How much smaller could it be, right?
Double HA!
Last Saturday was THE day that Sara and I had decided to go shopping for the dress that I would wear to Brandon's wedding in Cozumel. And so I knew that before we met at the mall it would be Spanx time. I began the process of putting them on and quickly came to realize that they were very tight. Very, very tight. And, frankly, there is no quiet way to put on these things. I was panting and grunting and gasping and struggling. And of course there was a lot of hopping. I think it must have sounded like I was trying to give birth (or worse) because Chad called out from the living room:
"What in the hell are you doing in there?"
"I'm trying to put on these SPANX!" - I sputtered and spat out the word.
Somehow, I managed to get them above my navel. And then I shimmied quite a bit more to pull them all the way up. With more stretching and adjusting, I finally had them at the place I think they needed to be. Only there was no redo of the awestruck moment I had in the Lane Bryant dressing room. It did not look very good. It was smoother all right. And I guess I was smaller. It just didn't look too appealing. And it was FRICKING tight. I knew there was no way I was going to be going to the bathroom that day. Not unless there was a totally private stall that I could grunt and struggle and make birth sounds all day long in without fear of disgusting other "guests."
I sighed. (It was more like a heaving sigh with the Spanx.)
My clothes didn't really fit any looser either. Although, I guess anything would feel tight with these things on - because they themselves are so tight.
I still had a little hope as I ventured to the mall. Sara brought her camera so we could take pictures of each dress that I tried on (with me in it) and then look over the pictures before making the final decision. I'm one of those very, very annoying shoppers that has to make sure she has seen ALL the options before making a choice.
Hilariously enough, before we got started, we stopped in at Gap Kids to look around for Jude stuff and they were playing the Shrek 2 soundtrack. I was like "I just cannot get away from this ogre!" But I digress . . .
So I came, I saw, I tried on dresses. I must say that although I was a little out-of-love with the Spanx they did do the job quite well. I mean, I wasn't going to be buying any strapless, skin-tight tube dresses or anything but who wears that crap anyway?
We ended up going to two malls, of course. And I found a dress I liked in the last store we went to. I had a budget of $70, which I think is relatively reasonable. In principle, I don't pay a lot for my clothes. So - the dress was originally $90 and I got it for $53. Not bad! Here is the lovely creation. Now, granted, this wasn't the dress that made me look the absolute skinniest (or I should I say less-rotundish) but I was so charmed with it's sassy-ness that I just couldn't resist.
PLUS - I now have a SHRUG - which is so 2006, right? Or maybe not. Who cares because having the shrug means that I can buy any sleeveless dress that I want, as long as it has a little black in it, and wear the shrug over my horrific fat arms! Hurrah!
I decided to post a pic of the dress I looked best in. Alas it was $90, but I think I may go back and get it once I get paid. I'm not sure. Every girl needs a little black dress, right?
Double HA!
Last Saturday was THE day that Sara and I had decided to go shopping for the dress that I would wear to Brandon's wedding in Cozumel. And so I knew that before we met at the mall it would be Spanx time. I began the process of putting them on and quickly came to realize that they were very tight. Very, very tight. And, frankly, there is no quiet way to put on these things. I was panting and grunting and gasping and struggling. And of course there was a lot of hopping. I think it must have sounded like I was trying to give birth (or worse) because Chad called out from the living room:
"What in the hell are you doing in there?"
"I'm trying to put on these SPANX!" - I sputtered and spat out the word.
Somehow, I managed to get them above my navel. And then I shimmied quite a bit more to pull them all the way up. With more stretching and adjusting, I finally had them at the place I think they needed to be. Only there was no redo of the awestruck moment I had in the Lane Bryant dressing room. It did not look very good. It was smoother all right. And I guess I was smaller. It just didn't look too appealing. And it was FRICKING tight. I knew there was no way I was going to be going to the bathroom that day. Not unless there was a totally private stall that I could grunt and struggle and make birth sounds all day long in without fear of disgusting other "guests."
I sighed. (It was more like a heaving sigh with the Spanx.)
My clothes didn't really fit any looser either. Although, I guess anything would feel tight with these things on - because they themselves are so tight.
I still had a little hope as I ventured to the mall. Sara brought her camera so we could take pictures of each dress that I tried on (with me in it) and then look over the pictures before making the final decision. I'm one of those very, very annoying shoppers that has to make sure she has seen ALL the options before making a choice.
Hilariously enough, before we got started, we stopped in at Gap Kids to look around for Jude stuff and they were playing the Shrek 2 soundtrack. I was like "I just cannot get away from this ogre!" But I digress . . .
So I came, I saw, I tried on dresses. I must say that although I was a little out-of-love with the Spanx they did do the job quite well. I mean, I wasn't going to be buying any strapless, skin-tight tube dresses or anything but who wears that crap anyway?
We ended up going to two malls, of course. And I found a dress I liked in the last store we went to. I had a budget of $70, which I think is relatively reasonable. In principle, I don't pay a lot for my clothes. So - the dress was originally $90 and I got it for $53. Not bad! Here is the lovely creation. Now, granted, this wasn't the dress that made me look the absolute skinniest (or I should I say less-rotundish) but I was so charmed with it's sassy-ness that I just couldn't resist.
PLUS - I now have a SHRUG - which is so 2006, right? Or maybe not. Who cares because having the shrug means that I can buy any sleeveless dress that I want, as long as it has a little black in it, and wear the shrug over my horrific fat arms! Hurrah!
I decided to post a pic of the dress I looked best in. Alas it was $90, but I think I may go back and get it once I get paid. I'm not sure. Every girl needs a little black dress, right?
posted by lovemydox at 9:11 PM
3 Comments:
You definitely need to go back and get that black dress. You're smokin' in it. Seriously.
Love love love the little black dress!!
I really wish I could buy some of the adorable sleeveless summer dresses I see, but I simply cannot bring myself to wear a shrug. (It's not so much the shrug but my husband's laughter at the 'tiny sweater.')
You are looking fab, my dear!
I don't know you but you should ditch that first dress and go back and get the 2nd one. You look kind of frumpy in the first one and it's not a great fit. The 2nd one.....you look smokin ' hot. Shows off the right curves and makes you look sophisticated. Sorry, I can't let any fellow female go out looking less than GREAT - especially after you have worked so hard to lose so much weight.
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