Yesterday I went dress shopping and one place I went was Ann Taylor. I had seen this dress on their website. This is what it looks like on the model.
This is what it looks like on me:
Hm. Somehow not the same. I did not get it.
A sad end to what has been a rather stressful couple of days.
To make myself feel better, I started knitting a beret with Manos del Uruguay in the Bramble colorway.
You can't really tell, but there are reds, burgundies, greys, light greens, and white/cream in it. Really lovely. I'm ribbing in the round right now and it doesn't look like much so no picture.
Yes, it's practically summer here in Atlanta, but it's such great yarn. It doesn't make up for the major disappointment I had earlier this week, but it did make me feel a bit better. Even if a major undertaking falls apart, and I have visual proof that fashion designers hate women who are not tall and skinny, I can still make things that are beautiful and useful.
2 comments:
I think the only difference between the dress on the model and on you is that she's doing a weird model pose that you never see in real life, she's probably 5'10" tall and a size 2, and her legs start at her armpits.
Despite all that, you can be a hottie in that dress too. You just need to show some leg sister! If you really like the dress, you should get it but have it shortened to just at or above your knee, the way it is on her.
Now I will never be mistaken for a fashion maven, but I've been a devoted follower of What Not to Wear and they're always chastising short women for wearing dresses too long, which makes them look short and stumpy by hitting at the calf: usually the thickest part of the leg. It should hit higher to lengthen the leg line. All that skin gives the appearance of length/height. As a fellow height-challenged person and sudden dress wearer, I've found it's true. And hemming is cheap at most dry cleaners or tailors if you can't do it yourself. Just one option to consider.
Most of my dresses and skirts stop at the knee. And while on the Europe trip in March, I kept wishing that I had brought my favorite black knee-length pencil skirt and stilettos. But I was trying to be practical (overrated) and warm (very important).
Ah, next time, I'll dress as the sex kitten that I am (I hope Sister snorted her coffee up her nose reading that). Then I'd fit in with the mini-skirted and lace-stockinged parlimentary staff we met in Paris.
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