I've just discovered one more reason why living alone is no bueno. Not only do you almost always eat leftovers because no reasonable person cooks for just one, but just now I was faced with the idea that I might forever be wearing a polka dotted dress.
Hear me out...
I'm going to a friend's wedding in a week and a half and I, up until an hour ago, didn't know what I was going to wear. I got home from work tonight and I walked straight into my bedroom closet. I pulled the string to my overhead light and, like a sign from God, the light shone right onto my shiny black dress with white polka dots and red trim. It was meant to be!
I took it off the foam-covered hanger from the last time it was dry cleaned and put it on to make sure it still fit. I zipped it up and - voila! - it fits like a glove! In fact, it's potentially too big. Only problem was I couldn't unzip it. The zipper down the back is very tough to get up and down even when it's not on a body. I danced around for a few minutes and tried my best to stretch my arm as far as it would go to release me from this dress of horrors.
I considered knocking on my neighbor's door for them to lend a helping hand.
Luckily, I didn't need to embarass myself any further. I was able to wiggle out of it by pulling it over my head.
Needless to say, I may need some help pre-ceremony and post-reception. Any takers?
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