The Case Of The Elusive Dress.
Good day peeps,
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How the hell are you!
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I still feel tired today.
All of yesterday was spent searching the whole city, trying to find a suitable outfit to wear for a very important wedding which I am going to soon.
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All that I am wanting is a plain, classic, fitted silk dress or suit that is modern, perhaps with an arty kick of some kind, but I am having a real problem.
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I think that I need to be in London or something.
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It makes me wish (almost) that I could make my own clothes ‘cos then the world would be my lobster.
The trouble I am finding, is that I keep seeing things that look as if they are made of silk, but when I check the label they are actually polyester, even when they cost a fortune.
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The problem for me is having too much static because a lot of man made stuff ends up clinging to me in a most embarrassing fashion and when I take it off it crackles like a mad thing, even giving off amazing lights when I get undressed in the dark….and believe me, that is the best way to do it at my age!
Fireworks in the bedroom…but the wrong kind!
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I did actually buy, and bring home, the one dress that I found which was a silver/grey silk, and also a small darker grayish little wrap to go with it, but I think I knew it would not be right even at home with all the accoutrement’s.
The top was a size too small because when the saleslady was wrapping it up I saw a mark on the sleeve which was unacceptable , so I had to get a size smaller, and the top was a different colour grey because it was actually meant to go with another silk outfit.
Sheer desperation to give it a try really, but Big H thought I looked as if I was in my underwear when I wore it for him, because it was totally unstructured and unlined, with an eccentrically draped skirt.
And the two colours were less acceptably matched in real daylight.
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Not me at all really and the absolute opposite of what I was searching for.
I need to return it this morning for a refund, before starting all over again just like a female version of Sisyphus.
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So, I am in for a repeat of yesterday, while growing more and more desperate, unless I am very lucky and I have a breakthrough.
These searches are always a trial for me so, perhaps I deserve to have one….a breakthrough that is, not a trial!
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When I got back last night I was worn out and expecting poor old Big H to be asleep in the chair as usual.
It was a very nice surprise to open the front door and hear him talking to me from the kitchen, while he was preparing some dinner for me.
It was great to be able to just sit down, eat something nice and have three cups of tea, also nice to find him feeling so much better.
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I think that I shall need to be thorough and look in the darkest corner of every single shop,….and not give up until either find one or I die.
Either way my problem is solved.
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Please keep your fingers crossed for me ‘cos I need all the help I can get.
I will let you know how it went later.
Have a fine one.
J,x.
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