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Date: 26 October 2006 12:55:09
Round about this time last year, I spent an eye-watering amount of money on a couple of metres of purple silk, and went to Rosaparents' for dressmaking lessons from the Cleverest Mummy In The Whole Wide World™ with the intention of having a fantastic dress to wear to work's Christmas party. As plans go, it was a stunning one, flawlessly executed, and only slightly spoiled by my spending the afternoon of the Christmas party at a funeral, and my being so lacking in party spirit by the time the party rolled around that I lasted a grand total of an hour and a half before leaving. Since then, I have worn the dress precisely three times, my life not really being one that calls for the wearing of long purple silk dresses on a regular basis.
I tried it on last night and thought "actually, this doesn't fit worth a damn any more." Rosamummy, being (a) wonderful and (b) the aforementioned Cleverest Mummy In The Whole Wide World™ has once again offered to give up a weekend to instruct me in the dark arts of altering dress patterns so that they fit funny-shaped people. (First find your greaseproof paper and a roll of sticky tape). Unfortunately, it looks like I have a grand total of two whole weekends and a couple of odd Saturdays and Sundays free between now and Christmas, so I suspect that this particular plan is not going to get off the ground. And I know our Christmas party isn't until the middle of December, (and I know where we're going, nobody else does*, la la la la la la), but if I put off shopping until lunch time of the day of the party, like I did a couple of years ago, I could end up in something horribly unsuitable. Forward planning. It's the way, um, forward.
Gah. Spending an evening trailing round the shops is possibly my least favourite pastime ever. Does anyone know if the personal shopper service that some shops offer are any good?
*well, apart from the people that organised it, obviously.