cinderella shall go to the ball
I'm sitting typing this blog in my oh so lovely new evening dress (in fact my only evening dress!) that i purchased today..oh it's so nice and i feel so girlie in it, i truly am throwing off the tom boy past! its black and cut on the bias (for those of you who don't know fabric phrases that means it falls to the floor really nicely) and it's got a white top bit that ties round to the back and falls down the center of your back and its strappy, oh and the material is all shimmery..ok on reading that i know i didn't explain it brilliantly but trust me its pretty..so why the dress i'm sure you're pondering..well we've got the quarterly sales conference and this one is a black tie do at the motor museum in birmingham (oooh how swanky) i know it's gonna be a tremendous bore full of speeches and bla bla bleh! but i'm quite looking foreward to getting dolled up, it's been a while..but then i realised that i might not even be with the company long enough to make it to the conference, so what's the sense in buying the dress i hear you ask! well there's about fifty million reasons but my attention span isn't long enough to list all of those and i'm sure you'd stop reading before then so i've got a few of the main points..
#1 i used to go shopping on a regular basis with my mate han k and she is a scream..we didn't do 'proper' shopping (finances rarely allowed that!) but we did practice ridiculous shopping (often proved to be more expensive!) we'd go into a shop and pick out the most outlandish outfits for one another to try on for a laugh or we'd pick stuff we thought was gross and try it on just to prove a point, however oftentimes we'd wind up proving ourselves wrong and buying the clothes (hence the trips wound up being so expensive!) So the one week we went to T K Max renowned for it's appalling clothes at ridiculous prices, we headed for the ball gowns and i picked out this black and white monstrosity on a hanger..we darted to the changing rooms eager to humiliate one another..well i put the dress on and it was magnificent..it was a bodice at the top that turned into a skirt which flowed down to the floor, it was mainly black with white stripes starting thinly on one side of the bodice and then crossing along the empar line widening as they moved down the dress..the description and on the hanger did not do this dress justice, i felt fantastic in it..but what use would i have for it i quickly reasoned, £30 squandered on a dress i wouldn't use, my proms had long passed and i hadn't been able to attend them, there was no danger of a prom now was there? in the end i reluctantly left it behind and have kicked myself ever since.
#2 a year after trying the dress my best mate from school txt to ask if i had any plans for the next night, nope nothing planned, in fact i was moping coz i was single..great, how do you fancy coming to th prom with me tomorrow? i was extatic, after establishing why his girlfriend wasn't accompanying him (had been taken ill and there was no sense wasting the ticket) i gladly said yes..in my excitement i completely forgot i didn't have a dress! instantly kicked myself for not buying my dress from T K Max! and then txt my mate..she managed to sort my hair a dress from her wardrobe, underwear to make my boobs big enough to fit the dress (she's more 'gifted' than me) makeup and set me on my way..the prom was fantastic, i met the most beautiful stranger there and we shared a fairytale meeting, the story itself i won't bore you with, needless to say it didn't have a fairytale end (although hope is not lost) but we always talked of how we'd arrange for his leavers prom to be on the same night as we met (he's head boy he has the power) and re-live our meeting as a first anniversary (yes i know you're cringing and wretching)well the date hasn't passed and how crud would i feel if i didn't have a dress!
So, in conclusion, i didn't have a dress and it may come in handy, after all last time i didn't buy one and have spent the last two years regretting not getting it, plus having needed it! And we're getting closer to the proms, you never know, some prince chaming (even if it isn't the above mentioned) may well want me to be his cinderella for a night! However murphy's law states that now i've got the dress i'll have no use for it apart from sitting in the flat feeling glam ha ha!
#1 i used to go shopping on a regular basis with my mate han k and she is a scream..we didn't do 'proper' shopping (finances rarely allowed that!) but we did practice ridiculous shopping (often proved to be more expensive!) we'd go into a shop and pick out the most outlandish outfits for one another to try on for a laugh or we'd pick stuff we thought was gross and try it on just to prove a point, however oftentimes we'd wind up proving ourselves wrong and buying the clothes (hence the trips wound up being so expensive!) So the one week we went to T K Max renowned for it's appalling clothes at ridiculous prices, we headed for the ball gowns and i picked out this black and white monstrosity on a hanger..we darted to the changing rooms eager to humiliate one another..well i put the dress on and it was magnificent..it was a bodice at the top that turned into a skirt which flowed down to the floor, it was mainly black with white stripes starting thinly on one side of the bodice and then crossing along the empar line widening as they moved down the dress..the description and on the hanger did not do this dress justice, i felt fantastic in it..but what use would i have for it i quickly reasoned, £30 squandered on a dress i wouldn't use, my proms had long passed and i hadn't been able to attend them, there was no danger of a prom now was there? in the end i reluctantly left it behind and have kicked myself ever since.
#2 a year after trying the dress my best mate from school txt to ask if i had any plans for the next night, nope nothing planned, in fact i was moping coz i was single..great, how do you fancy coming to th prom with me tomorrow? i was extatic, after establishing why his girlfriend wasn't accompanying him (had been taken ill and there was no sense wasting the ticket) i gladly said yes..in my excitement i completely forgot i didn't have a dress! instantly kicked myself for not buying my dress from T K Max! and then txt my mate..she managed to sort my hair a dress from her wardrobe, underwear to make my boobs big enough to fit the dress (she's more 'gifted' than me) makeup and set me on my way..the prom was fantastic, i met the most beautiful stranger there and we shared a fairytale meeting, the story itself i won't bore you with, needless to say it didn't have a fairytale end (although hope is not lost) but we always talked of how we'd arrange for his leavers prom to be on the same night as we met (he's head boy he has the power) and re-live our meeting as a first anniversary (yes i know you're cringing and wretching)well the date hasn't passed and how crud would i feel if i didn't have a dress!
So, in conclusion, i didn't have a dress and it may come in handy, after all last time i didn't buy one and have spent the last two years regretting not getting it, plus having needed it! And we're getting closer to the proms, you never know, some prince chaming (even if it isn't the above mentioned) may well want me to be his cinderella for a night! However murphy's law states that now i've got the dress i'll have no use for it apart from sitting in the flat feeling glam ha ha!
posted by Cathy at 8:03 PM
2 Comments:
ill hire tux, u whack the dress on, classy night in next time im round...
sounds spanktastic :D
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