71 Dresses In 71 Days: Week 7
This week hits dress #49 in my #71dressesin71days No Shopping Project. I’m wearing all 71 of my dresses before I can buy myself even a tongue bolt. And I want a tongue bolt really badly because I’ve never been badass and if not now, when?
Who’s going to take a 90-year old tongue bolt, pistol-packing mama seriously? (I just realized that I should also be pistol packin’ – but it should be a gun that’s really a Pez dispenser because I might accidentally shoot something off of myself that I want to keep).
I don’t know if you can tell in the following photos, but I’m getting dress fatigue. I wake up at night in a cold sweat shrieking “Oh you! Pretty Chitty Bang Bang, pretty Chitty Bang Bang we love you!” and I don’t know why, but it must be the dresses.
In any case, I’ve already donated 5 dresses as per your many suggestions:
Dress #4 sayonara baby, blue tights on a woman pushing 50’s just a little sad.
Dress#8 will hopefully find a home in the Haight.
Dress #16 will hopefully find a home in a rerun of I Love Lucy.
Dress #37 must find a hipless home to hang upon.
And finally (sob, gasp) Dress #41 landed in the 23-year old hands of my age-appropriate babysitter and made her very happy – so that felt good. Now, I must eliminate 5 more dresses before the madness ends.
Also, will some of you invite me out so I have an excuse to wear my remaining 61 dresses? Someone ought to get married … or divorced (those are always fun celebrations), however, no one should die. I don’t expect you to take a bullet for me. You’ve got my digits, I’m available most nights and weekends. No, I don’t want to go to a revival of Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang.
This week’s offerings:
Lay waste to my wardrobe ladies, which one gets the boost? xo S