What Came After I Screamed
My poor mother-in-law almost slung her hot chocolate across the room when I turned a glossy page and screamed.
Here! Right here! This is IT! THE DRESS FOR ME!
In a haze of over-caffeination, I whipped out my iPhone and snapped a photo. MTM looked over my shoulder. I like it.
There. He liked it. He approved.
Perhaps, he was overcaffeinated, too.
It was only after I scared the whole place and snapped my photo that I really inspected it. Bottega Veneta. Over there on the other page. Words that must translate into English as “Freaking Expensive.”
All the way home in the car, I stared at my precious photo. Bet me, MTM. How much is that dress?
I say $1,500.
HAhahahahahahaha! I bet you it is more than that.
Nooooooo. It can’t be much more than that. I mean, look at it. It’s a few scraps of fabric sewn together with some swirly cut-outs.
Well, I bet it is at least $2,995.
If I’m closer, can I buy it?
My traumatized mother-in-law watched in horror as I raced into the house. Jumped into the driver’s seat in front of my computer screen. Googled the dress. Shrieked like a banshee on crack.
For the second time that day.
$3,150, MTM. $3,150! I won the bet! I WON!!!!!
Um. Andra. Look at those words below the price……
Two words that saved me from myself.
This post is part of the series Don’t Mess With the Dress. If this is your first visit to the series, please click here to go back to the beginning, go here for the second installment, click here for the third installment and go here for the fourth installment.