MEMORY: Last week July 2011

Me: "Can we snuggle?"

Him: "Anything is possible."

Okay, okay, so I confess his reply was an answer for another one of my questions. I just typed too many questions and he was a little delayed in responding. 

Still so sweet.

Movies I'm excited about...

Love Etc.

50/50

The Dream of a Dress

My close friend has been after this dress since December or January. She has admired it from Anthropologie's window displays, enviously spied it on women who were able to pay the full price of $168, and even tried it on to find it fit like a glove and a perfect match for her complexion. 

Well, when this dress hit sale, she finally took the plunge and ordered it (using a giftcard to boot) hoping this good deal of a dress would finally be her dream come true.

I'm sad to report that her dress arrived damaged without any buttons. Moreover, she told me that after a 7-month hunt for this dress, she may be done with it. Her dream, the vision of this dress, may be over. I, of course, was sad to hear that but could understand. Sometimes, when a dress is to die for, so is the search for it at the right price and in the right condition.

:(

I saw a woman wearing this Gull Wing Dress today in a cafe and she looked splendid. She was tan and flirty with her wavy hair casually tied into a loose pony tail -- the definition of summer with her dream of a perfect dress realized. 

Poissons relaxing over 4th of July

Clearly, my dog is adorable.

MEMORY: First bra fitting

I remember going into Victoria's Secret when I began sprouting...up top. I was probably 13 or so, can't really remember. But it was a wintery night and I was wearing 3 layers of clothing including a thick red fleece jacket. I was too embarrassed to take off my clothing and when the young saleswoman measured me with the pink VS measuring tape that hung around her neck, I felt so uncomfortable! The agony of the moment was amplified by the fact that it was right on the sales floor (not in a private dressing room) where all the other employees and shoppers could see. What's worse is that the naive saleswoman clearly was incompetent at measuring bra sizes/should have known that it's impossible to get an accurate measure when the customer has 3 winter layers on. Anyway, what's worse is that she said I was a 36A. Meaty around the middle with barely existent cups. Bah.