I love the velvet dress! Why don't they make dresses like that (at that good price) for grown-ups?
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Now I want a velvet dress, only maxi length. I used to have several. Why oh why do I no longer have one? Oh yeah, completely different body type now.
I have two, but can't fit into either!
flea, every time I work at my friends' consignment shop, I say the same thing. If only this was in my size, I'd totally wear it!
bonny, don't keep close you can't fit into. Clear it out.
I'm picturing Mr. Butswinkas as being some fabulous type who puts a hip thrust into saying his name: "Hi, my name's But (thrust)SWINkus."
Trudy,
are you in your email yet?
If I had no access to email, I would burn everything down. So much of what I do is email-based. I couldn't even imagine. I'm actually anxious on your behalf.
I'm too late for the little girl discussion, but in re velvet dresses for grown-ups, I just went looking and it appears that Coldwater Creek is having a 40% off everything sale today until midnight, including a pretty basic, simple velvet dress (second item on this page). I have a similar one, in purple, that I've had for at least 15 years. Pretty, dress-up-or-down-able, and apparently, as dresses go, nigh invulnerable. [link]
All unworn black (or red!) velvet dresses in a size 14 that need a new home can come live with me. IJS.
Nope, still no email. Between no email, few phone numbers, and a laptop where CDE and 3 keep sticking I'm going a slightly mad.
Humorous complication though. Yesterday in the midst of all the fun I developed a migraine. It was icky but not epic and with a dark, quiet, room, pain killers and eating nothing but toast so I wouldn't puke I managed to beat it back far enough that I could come to work today.
So today I'm holding it at bay... it keeps trying to creep back in but so far so good. Still an effort to not puke, but manageable pain. Until dun dun dunnnnnn -- nature called.
So I had to poop. And I kept putting it off, because I knew it would make my head go bananas. Finally I did my best to time an Excedrin peak and juuuust the right amount of toast in my tum. And I'm in the ladies room trying to not...exert too much. And trying to not barf. And trying to not start laughing because a) that's only going to make things worse and; b) cracking up in a bathroom stall is only rarely appropriate.
It's been a day.
cracking up in a bathroom stall is only rarely appropriate.
With smartphones, I would just assume someone was surfing the web. And I would REALLY need to believe that.