1) Hip Flask! The most important thing you will ever bring with you on a dress shopping excursion. Fill it with Jack Daniels and go. If you can, try to get the flask where the cap is somehow tethered down. Your hands shake, you might drop the cap. Some dressing rooms are small, imagine standing in the cabinet under your kitchen sink trying to maneuver around so you can find the cap to your flask. The only possible outcome to this scenario is a half empty bottle of Joy wedged in your ass.
2) The Trusted Friend! This is equally as important as the flask. You need a friend that understands what looks good on you AND is willing to say “you look like Cthulu in that!”. Don’t bring anyone you’ve slept with previously, they might have a hidden, revenge-driven agenda. Don’t bring family members for that same reason.
3) Try On Everything! This is especially important in the beginning. You might be surprised at what will look good. You’ll also be surprised at what looks terrible. When something clings to your belly or accentuates your fat ass, pull out the flask.
4) Sleeves? Where did they go?! Dress designers apparently save money by not putting sleeves on their dresses. They do not, however, pass the savings on to you. Be prepared to buy a wrap to go over your chicken cutlet arms.
5) Lighting! There is a special catalog issued from the printing presses deep in the bowels of hell that lists for sale any and all light bulbs created by satan himself. These Lamps of the Dark Underworld are installed in every store and dressing room on the planet (with the exception of the dressing room in the expensive dress department of Nordstrom). These lights search the detailed history of your skin’s development and bring to the surface every single flaw you have ever had. You’ll find flaws on flaws, you’ll see zits you forgot you’d had. Remember that hicky you got from that weird guy in 10th grade that couldn’t play Pictionary to save his life? That’ll show up too. The lighting will make you look fatter, shorter, and more mottled that ever before, you’ll look like a naked, diseased apple. See #1 for advice on this.
6) Nordstrom Rules, Everyone Else Sucks! At Nordstrom they were pleasant, helpful, cheerful and supportive. Every time I went from one department to another the salesperson called ahead to let them know I was coming and what I was looking for. I expected the same level of service at Macy’s, I was sorely disappointed. Macy’s employees seemed to be one step up the food chain from minimum wage hanger jockeys and didn’t really care what was happening. When I ask you where I could find cocktail dresses, don’t look at me like a deer caught in the headlights. It’s a simple question that directly pertains to your job. Patt the Nordstrom Maven was beyond excellent. She helped with every aspect and even arranged my wrap in a unique and stylish manner so I wouldn’t look like an old lady. I love you, Patt.
7) The Fine Line! There’s a fine line between ‘curvy’ and ‘fat ass’; also ‘classy’ and ‘matronly’. I hovered on this line many times. The flask helped immensely.
8) Don’t Get Trapped! Some dresses are stupid, don’t have zippers and are designed to go over the head. While it is important to try on everything, please be aware that a dress that might be too small when you try it on will not come off easily if you are shaped like a bowling ball and trying to pull it off over your head. Remember #1? Now’s a good time for that.
9) Keep Looking! This is related to #3. Even if you find a good dress early in the evening, keep searching. I ended up going back to Nordstrom to buy the dress after trekking the mall all night, but if I had bought it immediately I would have been filled with self doubt and second guessing. I am positive that I now own the best dress in the entire Mall of America (in my size and budget).
10) Nylons! Splurge a little on nylons, it’s worth it to get something that fits well, and compliments the outfit. Buy 2 pairs! No lie. You don’t want to be 20 minutes to leaving for the event and finding yourself with a run the size of the Nile going down your leg and having to buy grocery store L’eggs in “023 Ass Brown”. If you own pets you have no choice but to buy multiple pairs. In keeping with #5, spend a lot of time with the hosiery lady (Susan), she knows what she’s talking about. She knows the difference between sheer, semi-sheer and space-sheer.
11) Dinner! You will owe your shopping mate dinner. You can not skimp on this. You owe them a large, expensive tasty meal with drinks and dessert. They get to pick the place.
Category Archives: Blab
good vs bad
The stars over the lake = good
The ‘L’ word = bad
Dreaming your ex replaced your pillows with bad pillows = perplexing
Shaun of the Dead = EXCELLENT
The Uptown Diners new biscuits and gravy = not great, but the best option so far in the city
Phone calls about potassium = tiring
Buying presents for people = fantastic
Dinosaur skeleton wrapping paper = even better
Chef Boy-ar-dee ravioli = not as good as I remember, but fast and easy
sigh…
Why I love geeky boys more than any other variety of girl or boy ever…
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Write me a poem, sing me a song, send me chocolates…meh, whatever. Do something like this and you’ve got me.
So Much To DO!
Went in to panic mode tonight realizing that I didnt have my dress for the wedding yet. Blick. Messaged Owen and told him to call me after work. Perfect plan, completely perfect. We got drinks and dinner from the SMARMIEST waiter. I had the veal (mmm baby veal, kept in little boxes, so wrong and yet…) and as dinner was served the the drinks were flowing we got to play bitchfest ’04!
We bitched about the food (which was actually very good, just fraught with end-of-the-night kitchen issues), hair, clothes, people with zero self respect, money, dating, sushi, dicks, moving, the future, and traffic. Not necessarily in that order.
To balance it out we promised to take a trip together, he assured me he would help me buy a dress for the wedding and match my hair to it, laughed at how goofy the world is and marvelled at the sheer coincidence of our friendship (the hairdresser I had an appointment with was sick, so they switch me around and set me up with him. sigh, happy).
We drank too much, ate too much, smoked too much. I needed it.
Came home and went on a treasure hunt to gather up the little bits, cards, photos, and mementos that will be packaged up and sent out east before the move. I figure it’s the best way to keep the things that are important to my heart safe in case the moving truck falls in a river. Of course the UPS truck could be consumed by aliens, but hey, contributing photos of my dad and paris snow domes to the alien research cause is the least I can do.
I’m up too late, La Reina was actually around and I wanted to talk to her cool ass before I went to bed. Must sleep, big day ahead of me. Fingers crossed.
Karma
So a coworker and I keep talking about brownies and how we totally deserve them. She told me that after talking with me about brownies she went up to Wedge (the local feel-good, organic, fair-trade, good for you co-op), saw brownies and decided to get one. It was entirely disappointing. It was too healthy or something. We decided that the sugar was all wrong. The sugar was probably organic, harvested by people who were paid a living wage and had super-standard working conditions. Feel-good sugar is not good sugar.
We want our sugar harvested by people working at gunpoint for meager wages and subsisting in conditions that 60 minutes would bust in and report about. “Fear and bad karma make for good sugar!”
Song of the week is Wild World as performed by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes (Cat Stevens’ version is nice, but…). Also, with the iPod you end up making massive random playlists for the car and Pearl Jam’s Rearview Mirror came up a little unexpectedly. I highly recommend this for any high speed, high volume driving mix you might be putting together.