Take My Picture! Please!

Man, I’ve had this haircut for about 3 months now, and aside from one do-it-myself photo shoot with iPhoto, I’ve got no photographic evidence that anything’s changed.

Hey, remember me? 

Ugh, I need a new wardrobe person. . .

Speaking of which, a few months ago, I bought this fly looking dress from Dillards.  I had been there looking for something to wear to a semi-formal holiday event we had — so this puts us back in early December.  In a matter of minutes, I found just the dress I had in mind, in my size, and on sale.  Signs of the apocalypse, right?  I’m thinking the day couldn’t get any better, when I saw this other little dress on the rack.  And when I put it on, I felt like a million bucks, so I bought that one, too.  Even at full price.

Seriously, the dress didn’t look like much of anything on the hanger, but when I put it on, I literally started jumping up and down in the dressing room.  I mean, really plucking a dress off of the rack, trying it on without having to brace one leg against the door jamb in order to zip it up and having said dress make me feel like I could stop traffic? Things that like never happen to me.

When I came home with the dress, I told DH that he had to, had to, had to see me in this dress.  It was like I had Wonder Woman’s indestructible bracelets on. I felt like “Boom, Boom, Pow!”  I threw on my peep-toed pumps, slid into the dress (and I could still breathe), and was all, “Bring it, snitches!”  Woo, woo! To say that DH was impressed would be an understatement.
Yet, after my little fashion show, the dress went back on the hanger and into the closet, where it has remained, growing smaller and smaller with every passing day.  Don’t you know that your clothes shrink from non-use?  Why else does it take calisthenics and nerves of steel to fit into your summer clothes after a particularly lengthy winter?  Duh.
A few weeks would go by and I would take the dress out of the closet, lay it across my bed and think about how an article of clothing can change your whole mood.  Sometimes, I’d put it on and get a self-esteem boost.  Go ahead and laugh, I know that’s ridiculous.  Don’t forget, though, you’re talking to a girl that used to watch Must-See TV in her wedding gown in order to get the most use out of it. Seriously, sitting on the couch, surrounded by tulle and crinoline, watching NBC, and I was perfectly content (I’d only wear the veil on the week-ends).
But back to the present. Every time I opened the closet, I caught a glimpse of the dress, tags still on it.  And because I save everything, I pulled out the receipt, all set to march the dress back to Dillards where it probably belonged.  DH, however, convinced me to keep it.  I was less successful convincing him to take me out somewhere in it. 
So it sat in the closet, taunting me.  Steadily shrinking.  I thought about putting the dress on and doing the whole self-timer on the camera and snapping a few pics before the dress all but morphed into a hand-towel.  The truth is,  I’ve been pretty slack-tacular on wielding the camera lately.  The weather has been nice and we’ve been out and about doing some pretty cool photo-opportunity inducing things, but I just haven’t been the shutterbug that I used to be.  I think my Shutterfly account was terminated from lack of use.  
My mother-in-law had suggested some time ago that I have the girls Christmas photos re-taken.  Their dresses, while completely stunning, per usual, had been missing the accompanying accessories.  And then, it hit me!  
We’ll get the girls photos done again, but we’ll skip the Picture Peeps and hire a professional photographer.  We’ll make it a family affair.  I’ll get the girls dressed up, have DH put on his tux and I’ll wear the dress! Yay!  I have somewhere to go and I have something to wear — at the same time!  Incredible.  

So, that was two weeks ago and as for the dress. . .well, I’ve hyped it up so much, I hope you aren’t too disappointed.  Click here, but as soon as the photos come back, I’ll definitely share.  Unless of course the dress shrunk again during photo editing.

Hey, it could happen!

IN: ON: April 2, 2010 BY: Hilary 1 COMMENT
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