Made in Richmond

After my alleged breakdown in the dressing room of Macy’s on Saturday, I managed to find something to wear to the much-anticipated nuptials of our dear friend Zach and Blair (those would be the nuptials that James and Jennifer ARE COMING HOME TOMORROW FOR.)

A little angel named Val (not me, another Val) read of my plight and sent me a lovely email letting me know of a certain dress recently purchased by her sister who is also in a delicate condition. I’ll be honest, I gasped with gratitude - and to think that she *apologized* for giving me unsolicited advice. Let it be remembered and known that I am Southern; the unsolicited advice is all I’m accustomed to getting (and giving).

So today I went over to Short Pump and picked up this little number:

(Just imagine me shorter, paler, and not pressing myself against a wall.)

Rather than making me look enormously fat, it makes me look pregnant. And, I’m just gonna say it, it makes certain assets look phenomenal. I say that because it’s a big moment for me - I haven’t felt that anything on me has looked phenomenal in many, many weeks.

So thanks, Val. You’re a peach.

*UPDATE*

I wore the dress to the wedding and I must say, I looked SLAMMIN. I have to wear it again this weekend and I cannot wait.