my sister's adventure with a dress

I love long weekends. It represents a time to go and splurge on everything from shopping to eating, my two favorite past times. And of course, with holiday weekends comes sales. I went to the mall with the intentions of buying clothes that were on sale. As I browsed through all the clothes, of course I fell in love with practically all the ones that weren’t on sale. And to top it all off, my whole purpose of going to the mall was to buy a hot outfit to look hot on my special day. Instead, the majority of the clothes I bought were for work. I did buy a dress, but that is reserved for the week after my special day for a semi-formal gathering to celebrate a wonderful woman’s 80^th birthday, my cousin’s grandmother. I was ecstatic when I saw the dress because it was 75% off and it looked hot. Too bad my hotness will be wasted on a family party. I’ll be sure to take lots of pictures to showcase them on myspace.

While I was looking for a dress, I ended up picking out a stunning dress for my sister and prayed that it fit her. I wanted her buy it so I can borrow the dress when in that rare case I gain enough weight to move up a size. If some of you know my sister, she is a going through that transition from being a tomboy to a minimal girly girl. She will wear fitted jeans, but not a skirt. She will wear baby tees but not a spaghetti strap. So 5 minutes in the dressing room I yell out if everything is ok. She yells out in frustration that it doesn’t fit. So then I get excited and yell out, ‘maybe it runs small and it might fit me!’ She quickly changes and comes out of the dressing room signaling me to try it on.

Excited, I enter the dressing room and see the dress sprawled on the chair as if my sister was so pissed off that it didn’t fit that in her frustrations, she threw it there to teach it a lesson. I picked up the dress and to my surprise the zipper was still intact. I yell out to my sister and ask if she unzipped the dress.

My sister asks, “What? There’s a zipper?”
Me laughing hysterically, I forcibly say, “Uh yea! Maybe that’s why it didn’t fit!”

I tried on the dress and unsurprisingly it was too big. So I exit the dressing room and tell my sister to unzip it this time and to try it on. When she came out, it fitted perfectly. Although she said it’s a little tight it's not noticeable. She ended up buying the dress and I’ll be sure to take a picture of her in the dress, only because that occasion is rare and I need evidence to show people that she wears dresses on special occasions.