I got stuck in my dress today.
Normally, I like to provide photos to enhance my post, but I'm so glad there isn't one.
I ordered a couple really cute dresses from a recommended site. I ordered Extra Beautiful, just like I always do. I was very excited to see the package on my step when I got home today, so immediately went to try them on. Since, I also needed to use the toilet, I took them in there with me. I popped open the packaging and pulled the lovely little frock over my head. As soon as I put my arms through the sleeves, I realized that no way was this dress going to fit any part of this gal's body. And, as I tried to remove it, I realized it wasn't coming off any time soon. That dress was plum STUCK. I couldn't move my arms. I couldn't raise them. I couldn't use them to pull at the material. And, of course, I didn't want to RIP the dress, as I fully intended on sending it back to the munchkins who could wear this.
I couldn't invite Steven in to help, as the bathroom had been used just prior to the clothes try-on. That would have gone above and beyond the call of husbandly duty. And, I just didn't want to walk out of there looking like a nut in a straight jacket begging for help. Help! I'm stuck in my dress!!! Help!
I had a bit of a panic. I was trying to figure out the rest of my life in this very cute, but very small, dress. Then I cursed myself for even shopping on line, fully knowing I'll never change my stripes. I HATE trying on clothes. This might be just the reason why, eh?
So, I took a deep breath (carefully, so as not to tear the dress!) and pulled the skirt part over my head. I tugged gently, yet firmly and it finally came off my very embarrassed body. I checked the size, and it was, indeed, what I ordered. The country of origin must have women of completely different sizes, because I don't think I would have ever fit into that dress.
I'm thinking the Nudists might be on to something.