Δευτέρα, 6 Ιανουαρίου 2014
My Little White Dress
Your first thought on this posts' tittle highly entertains me.
I'm not talking about that kind of white dress; if I were, it wouldn't be little, it would be grand, dramatic and off-white
I'm talking about my little white dress; a tasteful tight white mini dress I've owned for ages and never worn.
And last night, as I was going through my closet, I spotted it, price tag still attached. I was already dressed to go out, but the moment I saw it, I was overcome by... something. So I took it out, ripped off the price tag and put it on.
I remember buying it. I rarely wear white; I'm butterfingers, I'd probably spill everything on it. I don't like white that much, I'm more of a black person; don't like to attract too much attention to me. But that dress had something; it made me feel fabulous.
It's tight enough to show off curves, it's short enough to show off toned legs, but long enough to not show your underwear (or your vajayjay), it hugs your body and stays in place, just like every dress should, to let you relax and enjoy your night without worrying about any wardrobe malfunctions.
My little white dress.
Months after purchase, it fits perfectly and made me feel fabulous.
So I'm standing in my living room, in 4 inch Louboutins, my little white dress on, keys in hand, about to leave the house and I'm just wondering 'what for?'. Wasn't too crazy on going out, especially not at the place I was invited. Where was I heading to? Why was I so dressed up? For whom?
I'm the kind of girl that likes to dress up for her man. Get that 'wow' thing out of him, not everyone else.
I bought that dress for you, damn you.
So I kick of my shoes, take off my little white dress and text my company that no, I'll be a no show tonight, sorry x
Before I went to bed, I put my little white dress on its hanger and carefully placed it in the closet. Ran my hand over it. And realized that I'm not ready yet.