The Yellow Dress

I have a new project born of my inability to walk away from a deal. I wandered into Good Will today and found this very cool yellow dress. I love it! Totally vintage, 100% cotton, and it fits. Well, it sort of fits. The bust is way too small. I actually had a moment of panic in the dressing room when I was forced to contemplate calling a sales associate in to pry me out of it. So I did what my mother taught me to do: I took the dress for a walk.

When we were kids mum would take all sorts of things for walks around the store. Food. Kitchen appliances. It’s kind of like a first date so you can see if the other is worth the cost. If they’re not then the lamp goes back on the shelf, the steak goes back to the cooler, and you don’t call them. Mum always made two trips through each isle; one to get to know the item and one to break up with it.

So I took the dress for a walk and examined the ridiculousness of spending $5 on a garment that didn’t fit. So what did I do? I bought the dress AND a $3 skirt of similar material so that I can alter the bust. Do me a favor; if I never mention this outfit again, don’t bring it up.