Happy Friday everyone…and Shimmy all day!
Reblogged from How I Killed Betty https://howikilledbetty.wordpress.com/2018/01/30/24-always-wear-knickers/?c=412#comment-412
How not to go about getting a dress altered …
It’s pouring with rain. This is Glasgow. Of course it’s pouring with rain. The dress I need to be altered however, is safe and protected within a bag, complete with coat hanger, and stuffed under my coat. As a consequence I look more pregnant than when I was pregnant, with the coat hanger however lending a slightly more lumpy look to my phantom pregnancy.
I arrive at the menders in a muck sweat and feeling somewhat wretched having got lost yet again, but am shuffled nonetheless by a Polish Scot whom I don’t really understand at all, into a tiny changing room in order to apparently take off all my clothes and get into said dress. I take this literally and simply hope there are not going to be any Marilyn Monroe moments with air swooshing up under my dress…
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Oh la la how that made me laugh!
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I lost my breath reading this too.
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