Not sure if anyone out there really gives a damn one way or the other — but my Rent the Runway dresses arrived today.
The one by Thakoon was impossibly horrendous on me (there will be no photos of it).
The other, by a brand I’ve never heard of before, Camilla and Marc, was pretty darn good. That dress is the winner, winner chicken dinner.
For shits and giggles, I put on my back-up blue and white dress (the one pictured in my last post) tonight, and sadly, I look like a sausage squeezed into it. No matter how much I suck in (and I refuse to wear spanx at this point in my life) it just wasn’t happening!
So thank god for RTR! Here’s the frock/potato sack I’m wearing. At least I know I’ll be super comfy and can eat and drink as much as my heart desires! And isn’t that what a wedding is really all about? Giving yourself up to the festivities and love with abandon? Well, that’s my plan! I love weddings so much!!
I have to admit that my boobs look pretty good/natural. Dr. Hong — good job!!!
Now all I have to do is pick out jewelry to accompany my new favorite dress — and what in the heck to do with this crazy mop of weird discolored curls on my head (I swear I look like a sheep on drugs!)
Apologies for the lighting in the pics. My overhead light is blown out…