No, I do it even when I know there's nothing in there. Because I'm always sure something's hiding that I've forgotten about.
My fridge has six bottles of cold - but unfizzy - water, condiments and fish for the cat. I still find myself staring. I am hopeful? Oh and a can of diet Pepsi for my uncle in law who lives six hours away.
My problem is there's always assorted leftovers in the fridge, and then you never know how old something is or what's in what container, and it ends up being thrown out when someone finally decides to excavate.
Dear god, I can't believe I just googled cow nipple dress. I did find a bigger picture which indicates there is a skirt to go along with the shoulder wrap, but, again, I see nothing to indicate it should be called a dress. Unless the model's own nipples constitute the top, since there are... nipples. That is just so weird.
I mean, they're not ugly, the flowerette thingies are sort of pretty, really. I just... that is not a dress.
It's all about using all of the cow.
Next thing you know, there'll be a dress made of cow assholes.
Blue feet! So cute.
Next thing you know, there'll be a dress made of cow assholes.
I can't believe I didn't realize someone would go there.
As long as it covers, more or less in dress fashion, the model, I will be OK with their calling it a cow asshole dress. Otherwise, they need to be more accurate. Ew. Cow asshole dress.
ETA: Clearly my definition of dress is not the couture definition.
in this case, I am pretty glad I did not click the link.
Bovine anus dress. Much more classy.