For a few weeks I have been on the hunt for a pair of skinny black tuxedo pants and although I thought twice about it I went into my new favorite boutique Dress hoping to score a pair. The minute I walked in the door our eyes met. I tried to play hard to get and began my search for the pants, but it just kept drawing me across the room over to it; the perfect dress. It definitely was lust at first sight, but with a hefty price tag I tried to resist. I really did. I even walked out the door. Our eyes met as I was exiting and I thought, what the hell I might as well try it on.
To my dismay it was even more perfect on than off. Seriously, I think they made this dress to fit my body. My lust turned to love and right then and there I got down on one knee, whipped out my credit card, and decided that we would spend the rest of eternity together.
Introducing my new love:
Just like a couple who meets in Vegas and marries that evening I must admit I am having a bit of next day remorse. The dress is perfect, don't get me wrong. I literally want to wear it every minute f the day, I just don't know if it's perfect for me, for my lifestyle. When I bought it I envisioned myself wearing it on an upcoming girls weekend in Nantucket (more on this to come) but when I showed it to my bevy of beauties they said that it would be too dressy for the places that we are going. Jeans and boots, yes. Perfect brocade dress, no. Now I am at a loss as to where to wear it. I think it is the perfect holiday dress, but alas we have no holiday parties planned. Not this year anyway. Then there is the concern that eventually I will be pregnant again, and there are no guarantees that I will be able to get back to this size again, although I truly can't think of any better motivation than wearing this dress again.
My girlfriends said that we could always get dressed up ourselves and go and drink champagne so I would have a place to wear it, but is it wrong to plan a party around a dress? Don't answer that. Despite all this I am pretty set on keeping it. I think that this would be one of those things that I would instantly regret returning. You just know that someday in the near future there is going to be an event or a party (or five) and I will be kicking myself because I would never find anything as perfect as that perfect dress.
I have 9 days left to decide, but I'm pretty sure true love like this only comes around once in a lifetime. This would be so much easier if it wasn't so damn perfect. Maybe this is just life's way of telling me that I need to go out more?
To keep or not to keep, that is the question.