Remember I told you about a certain magical shopping trip with super-shopper Grammy? She may or may not have shown me up in dress shopping as well. While I was trying on my soon-to-be-favorite boots, Grammy absent-mindedly pointed out what could be the greatest dress ever made (by Roland Mouret, figures). It also might be the single most unforgiving dress I’ve ever met, and by “unforgiving,” I mean the fabric absolutely refuses to give a single inch beyond what the bounds of its design dictate. If this means squeezing part of my butt into my ears, so be it. This dress is most definitely a size smaller than what I should be wearing, but it was the only one they had and Grammy insisted I try it on. When I asked the sales lady if the fabric would stretch over time, I received a smirk and emphatic “no.” I now see why these dresses look so good on fembots like Victoria Beckham, because her body is comprised of titanium, not real human flesh. All of this being said, I exclaimed, “yes it fits!” through gritted teeth and tightly-held breath and promptly ran to find the finest shapewear the world had to offer. B loves it and says it looks like a “Joan from Mad Men” dress.
This outfit was for a dinner date at Blue Duck with B, K and B’s friend, who was in town for the weekend, C. K and I shared the scallops to start, which were delicious, and I had the duck for my main (also quite delectable), but I have to admit, I wasn’t totally impressed overall. K and C got the bass and it was pretty bland. I have to say I expected more from a place that’s been so popular lately. Either way, good times were had by all :-)
so red. sautiful. so sexy. so formal. so classic.