Let’s Play Dress-Up
Two weeks ago, we had health insurance enrollment day at work.
Our insurance broker came in to explain the unexplainable.
But what was inexplicable to me was the agent’s outfit. We were all flabbergasted.
She wore a dress!
Word spread quickly. “Come to the insurance meeting. This lady is wearing a DRESS!”
None of us could remember the last time we saw a dress at the office.
But over the past few weeks, I’ve thought about that dress. It was really awfully nice.
Although I have a closet the size of Rhode Island completely filled with jeans and tees and cords and sweaters, I only have two dresses. My fancy dress for reunions/weddings/New Year’s Eve. And a little cotton sundress for hundred-degree weather. Both black.
So I thought it would be nice to get a pretty dress that could nestle right in between being dressed to the nines and being dressed to the one-hundreds.
I found one on the internet from one of my favorite shops.
Looks pretty good on a regular three-meal-a-day beautiful woman. And it’s on sale!
So I ordered it. Now, it’s a lovely soft color, but I played it safe. I ordered it in…wait for it…
I assure you, I am smaller than the plus-sized model. So why didn’t she look seven months pregnant?
WHAT THE HECK KIND OF SHAPEWEAR IS SHE WEARING??????