Shopping Online ROCKS!!!

I have mentioned that I was looking for a dress for a possible wedding I may be going to in September.

The thing is, the big women's stores sell dresses that are shapeless or clingy!? or with enough pattern to have a blind person know something is going on. Ugh.

So I started looking on the internet for plus size women's clothes.

While looking at possible dresses I knew I wanted something that would detract from the fact that I'm not a skinny minnie.

Low and behold there were sites that recommended certain dresses for certain body types. I'm pretty sure I'm more pear shaped and the online shops would let you search for dresses that would be flattering for this kind of figure.

I found many dresses but I would end up wondering what size would really be right for me. Would a normal woman's 18 fit me or do I have to go with a woman's 20W. So I was a bit antsy about ordering dresses that might not fit me and oy vey! the measuring charts are bogus. I mean, they have to be!

Then there is the fact I live in Canada and a few places just won't ship here and if I had to send the dress back how much would all the shipping be? There was one dress that I absolutely loved and while humming and hawwing it was sold out and gone. Dammit!!

All the same, I knew what I was looking for and decided what the hell, I would look in a few stores around here. There are some seriously fancy clothing stores in my town because 'la-di-dah' people live here (Bob and I are the white trash element) but I have never set foot in any of them, even when I was a size 7.

So I go up tonight and enter one of the stores that looks scary. I don't even try and pretend I'm something I'm not and immediately ask if they stock any dresses in a size 18. The young woman was delightful and said that although they didn't stock them they could order them in.

Meh. Okay then. I explain that I want an A-line dress with ruching around the bodice to give the illusion of a waist with a bit of sexy.

Bloody hell if they didn't have the dress I had seen on a few websites that I had thought would be just right (not the dream dress but very nice). It was a size 14. Offffda.

I'm all fuck it, and walk into the dressing room. I pull the dress on over head because I'm not stupid, it ain't coming over my hips, and actually get the dress zipped up. Holy shit!

Now, if my name was June then the song, June Is Busting Out All Over (I hated that play) would have been a perfect backdrop. Since there is no one else in the store I walk out of the dressing room and tell the sales lady I don't want any crap, just the truth.

The lady was quite nice and said that she thought I had picked the right kind of dress.

Basically, it's flattering in it's shape but yeah, my boobs aren't on the menu for the dinner so I'm thinking an 18 but also I wasn't keen on the under color of pink (it was brown over pink but I really like the brown over blue).

I see another dress (to the right) that I had also found on the internet and decide again, I'll try it on even though it's a 14. Poor dress couldn't handle the boobage. Again, I came out because I like the neckline of the dress but the ruching was kind of hitting the middle of the bustline and I was figuring it should be below the bust. The lady thought the first dress had a better cut and flattered my shape better (I'm thinking she knew an 18 would have been a hard squeeze).

I did see another dress and asked her what she thought and bless her for honesty she said it would be too clingy and it's clearly not what I want. Another dress with the same structure was there and I enjoyed the colour but it had a bow at the hip - yeah, let's NOT draw attention there!

Turns out that while I was changing she found the dress I wanted to order in the brown over blue in a 16 and asked me to try it on.

Okay.

We have lift off!! It was great and we agreed that the straps of the dress probably needed to be taken up about an inch. I bought the dress on the spot even though I didn't have one girlfriend there to say 'OMG, are you out of your friggin' mind!?' What was really nice was that I said something about how I managed to do that fast and she said that it was nice to help someone who knew what would be flattering on them instead of trying for something not suited to their shape.

Thank ya!

The good news is when I came home I asked Bob if I could model the dress I bought.

He liked it. He really, really liked it.

I won't be doing any pictures in the dress until I have a proper tan (super white cleavage!), sexy shoes and my hair just a touch longer. About the length in the picture of me and Cody. It's much shorter right now because I cut it for pool season but I know that by the end of August I'll just have to cut my bangs and my hair should be at a good length.

This is a picture of the dress on the left but it's with brown as it's undertone. Mine has a blue undertone - in the dress above the blue is very noticeable whereas in the dress I have it's just hinted at.

Now I just have to be invited to the wedding. *snort*