The problem with being invited to a wedding is that you need to wear something nice and undoubtedly, you need to buy a new outfit. The problem gets worse if you do not like shopping to begin with and wait for the last minute to do so.

I waited until the day before the wedding to buy a dress for myself and my daughter. She was the easy one; we found a dress quickly and painlessly. I, on the other hand, was not so lucky.

Finding the dress was the easy part; having to try it on was a different story, and the reason I despise shopping, the reason I wait to the last minute. This is what I was submitted to in the fitting room: (to be read with the heaviest “Lawng” Island accent imaginable!)

“Oh, my gaaaaaaaawd, Staceyyyyyyyyyyy! That dress looks gawrgeous on you! Oh, my gawd! You look like a model! That dress is sooooo you! Oh, my gawd! Oh, you should definitely buy that dress! Oh, my gawd! It is perfect! ...... Now the only thing you need are boobs! But that is easy.... you can buy those! Cause that dress needs you to have boobs! But, oh my gawd! You look like a model, Stacey!”

Now if that is not a deterrent to go shopping, I do not know what is!

We have another wedding to attend in July. No one from the wedding we went to this past Saturday, in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, will be in the wedding this July. Maybe I can get away with wearing the same outfit.

“It pains me physically to see a woman victimized, rendered pathetic, by fashion.”
~Yves Saint-Laurent