Granted, a size 14 back then was probably like an 8 or a small 10, but it sounds good, right?
I was doing some online window (browser?) shopping and ran across this:
There's something about it that just makes me want to get drunk in it.
Like Hammered.
Really.
Or maybe I just want a genuine reason to dress all Jessica Rabbit/ Betty Page-y.
(I would wear this under it.)
I always do that. I always get frustrated that I have nowhere fancy to go and get all dressed up. Then I start drinking alone and I end up waking up on the couch the next afternoon with red lipstick smudged across half of my face. I mean, I have a fun time doing it and all, but it's sad to talk about.



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