So, not much time this week to ponder fashion, as I'm busy making the money that hopefully one day soon will put a bootie on my foot and a sequined dress on my back. How smart was it to grow up to be a writer when every adult in my life was shouting, "Doctor!" "Lawyer!" "A plumber, at least!" Not smart but, I suspect, a whole lot more fun. And besides, I have trouble with blood, poop, and lying, stealing, stinking thieves.
Anyway, yes. I said sequined. All I want for this holiday season is a simple black sequined mini-dress like the one from Antik Batik that recently went up for auction on eBay at a fraction of what these frocks from France usually go for, and which I, in my typical foot draggy way, let walk right on by. It was similar to this one, only in black:
When I queried Le Pirate about it last week, she said of course I should bid on it, because I could dress it up or down and wear it all about town, to the grocery store even (I would, you know; just watch me). Still it was teetering just at the precipice of affordable, which was one teeter too many on the totter that is my carefully balanced budget.
Regardless, I'm totally bummed I missed out on it. I so want to swan about this holiday season looking like an escapee from a Dynasty episode, only with a Goldie Hawn spin. Because the best thing about sequins is, you spill your drinkee or holiday canape on yourself in a fit of laughter or intoxication, and voila, it wipes up with a damp rag. See there? Better living through plastic.
How about you all? Any stories about the one that got away, and I don't mean men or ice cream cones. What is your latest or greatest sartorial regret?