So it turns out that there IS something in this world that I hate more than driving and EX2: formal dress shopping.
Why couldn't I have been born a dude? Freakin' hell - finding a suit seems a billion times less stressful than looking for a dress. While shopping today, my mind kept wandering back to that goth chick in Mean Girls who wore a purple tux to prom. I SHOULD'VE DONE THAT. I WALKED SO MUCH TODAY, MY BLISTERS HAVE BLISTERS.
Anyway, here are some of the thoughts that ran through my head while torturing myself shopping:
- Dresses hate me as much as I hate them. I have the wrong body shape for formal dresses. Seriously. My bust area is non-existent and my thighs are fat enough to sink the Titanic. What shape IS that? A pear shape? A gourd? A weird, deformed vase? My self esteem sank to below ground level today. It doesn't help that the person trying on dresses in the cubicle next to mine was some super tall, ultra skinny, flawless-looking white chick. Le sigh. Excuse me, would you like to swap genes?
- Shopkeepers scare me. Especially the ones who work in the rich stores and who give you judgemental looks the minute you walk through the door. I have money okay? Stop looking at me like that, lol!
- I should never wear short dresses. Never ever. Can't pull 'em off with these legs. I should exercise more. Treadmill for my birthday guys?
- MYER solves everything. Don't bother going to individual clothing stores - it will take you forever. (Unless the store specialises in formal dresses). Myer sometimes puts all their dresses in one spot - saves you having to walk all over the place, only to end up finding nothing.
I had a few more thoughts but I think you guys have had enough. Sorry for the whinging - dress shopping puts me in a bad mood. I am such a girl fail.
Oh I should probably mention - despite all the drama, I did end up getting a dress :)
PHOTOS OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN.