I'm just reiterating a point that has pretty much been argued since the beginning of time: being a girl is hard! I could write a dissertation on the subject, but today, I'm just going to cover one small facet: cocktail attire.
As you know, I'm back in Baltimore this weekend for my cousin's bat mitzvah (hooray, mazel tovs all around). I made my flight reservations weeks in advance and assumed I had everything covered. Then, about three days ago it hit me-what the hell am I going to wear?
I frantically called my mom and left a message asking her to call me back ASAP. When she finally returned my call, she told me I needed to find "cocktail attire." Ok, that's fine. In my mind, cocktail attire = little black dress, and LBDs are pretty ubiquitous, especially in big cities like Boston.
Well, after four hours of shopping, I returned to my dorm room empty handed and grumpy. Apparently, I'm about one size too small for most stores. Maybe if I had scoured the boutiques and dropped $250 on a last minute dress, I could have found something in my size, but honestly, that's so not me.
Thankfully, Donna took me to my happy place (aka Loehmann's) and there were about four dresses that were not only cute, but actually fit! We decided on a white halter dress with black lace trim. It's cute, comfortable and probably only needs one safety pin to keep the back from slouching.
But wait, remember how this post is about the hardship of being a girl? Yeah, well, even though we found a dress, there was still one minor problem: underwear.
Now, I'm definitely a big fan of underwear, and like most things, I like mine brightly colored. Unfortunately, pink underwear beneath a white dress is not really all that cute. The dress not only required a strapless bra, but also a slip to deal with its sheer (ish) white material.
Luckily, Loehmann's has a pretty nice lingerie department, and though I couldn't find a non-black strapless bra, I did find a long, strapless bra/shirt/corset thing (ahh what the heck is that thing called?) from Spanx that would solve both of my problems. I grabbed the size small and headed back to the dressing room.
G3B: Ugggh, it's too big. Can you check if they have an extra small?
After leaving the dressing room and returning empty handed:
Donna: I don't think they make Spanx in extra small...I'm pretty sure extra small people don't need to be wearing them.
(Note: I just checked their website, Spanx products do not come in extra small.)
Sigh. Thankfully, I found an old strapless bra at home, and hopefully I'll find a slip of some sort that won't show through. But honestly, as much as I like to complain, thank G-d I'm not a boy, then I'd have to be hairy and disgusting.