my weakness

I’m sure the world is very interested (meant with sarcasm) but I feel the need to share the contents of my wardrobe. This is because I am amazed at my new addiction to clothes, especially dresses and skirts. Hypocritical of my beliefs against capitalism I know, but there’s something about a lovely print and good cut that I can’t resist. It all started when I got a job. I never cared much about what I wore before because the only way I could get anything was from my mother. Having an independent income however means I can spend when I want on what I want and so some of my favourite pieces....
Firstly, the LBD.....
To explain, although really I shouldn’t have to, the Little Black Dress- invented by Coco Chanel in 1926, it is the ultimate classic, a must have, and a major weakness for me. Always flattering, it’s the sort of dress that can be dressed up or down and worn everywhere. You always look gorgeous in it. I have three. One has longer sleeves and can be worn in winter. The other two I got from my cousins, the ultimate plus of being the baby in a family of mostly girls. I can never pass a shop that has a LBD on display. Mind you there is nothing worse than a badly designed dress, and the LBD is hard to perfect. Because of this, shopping for one is a major blow to the self-esteem. However, it’s worth it to find the right one. Then wearing it becomes the ultimate pick-me-up. Everyone has that outfit that makes them feel better about themselves just by wearing it. Mine is some kinda dress.....
Maybe the world’s problems could be solved if more people found their perfect LBD. Would Hitler have killed so many if he found the right cut to complement his figure? Would King Richard have gone on the Crusades if there was the perfect print to bring out the colour of his eyes? Maybe George W just needed the right style and he would have done a better job............There’s some mental images you really didn’t need........anyway.......
Tomorrow night I am going to my cousin’s engagement and wearing the most beautiful white summer dress. I thank my mother for this find. Full length skirt, shoe-string straps that cross over at the back and lots of lace.
Another summer dress I have also has lace......... pretty pink too with floral pattern.....
The perfect place to shop for me is at Hillary’s boat harbour. I can never leave without spending something. In two days I had three dresses, a skirt, a top, pair of earrings and a necklace. Hopeless I know...........
I got my ball dress for this year from there too. Purple and white it was perfect and I love it to death!
But finally there is THE DRESS, the one I’m wearing to next year’s ball. Although I don’t have it yet. I’ve paid for it all, it’s just I need it fitted and there’s no point doing it before Christmas because I’m only going to stuff my face over the holidays. I love it so ridiculously much. It was one of those perfect moments in the movies where the light hits the fabric and angels start singing in the background.............. ok, maybe it’s not that great, but to me it’s wonderful and since I’m the one wearing it, isn’t that what counts? Don’t comment please, there’s bound to be someone who disagrees.
It is embarrassing for me though to admit that I have my dress organised for next year because I spent the weeks leading up to finding it talking about how stupid it was all these girls so focused on ball and already knew what they were wearing. Spoke too soon I guess. At least I can have fun finding the shoes and the bag...........
I better stop before I start giving detailed descriptions; I’ve probably already bored people to death!!!!
But check it out! I’m actually a superficial and shallow girly-girl! Where did my socialist values go? How can I sacrifice all my beliefs on the evils of capitalism, materialism and commercialism just for a pretty piece of material? Why?! WHY?!