I love clothes. Love them. Which is a darned shame for three reasons that I will list here. One reason for the folly will be discussed more fully.
1. I should be using all of my money to pay off my credit cards.
2. I am too lazy to create proper outfits. Most days, it’s jeans and a vaguely interesting shirt, but I can’t manage decent accessories or shoes.
3. I have a ginormous bosom (in addition to be generally rather plump) and it is quite challenging to find clothes that will properly span my form.
In particular, I have a penchant for vintage-y styled things, best suited for the more willowy types. To hell, though with what’s best suited! I will continually try to cram my more pillowy type into clothes that make me swoon.
Anything with buttons down the front is a sure sign of despair, since the best case scenario is that I’ll get an unflattering gap and pull across the chest.
See an example here:
To be fair, I was much, much thinner in this picture than I am now. Probably about 30 pounds thinner. But you can STILL see a bit of a gap in the boob area.
And yet. And yet! I find myself pining after this dress, even though it $179 and even though I have a feeling it would not even begin to close over my prow, let alone let me imagine that I can get away with wearing it with a few unseemly tugs.
How cute is this? Little blue polka dots! Oh, how I want! And look how cute the real Maggie looks in it.