Dress love
There's a woman named Mary adams and she is like all the glorious animals in cinderellas dress making scene wrapped into one! She's a genius with fabric, sass, femininity and foofyness.
As previously briefed, I went to NYC this past weekend and had a precious four hour window that was just for me. I utilized every glorious moment. In that four hours, I made a very special appointment with Ms. Adams, and walked into dress heaven!!! Her dress assortment, is, without question, the best I've ever seen. Her attention to detail and flair for pure originality are unparallel.
After looking through racks and admiring various scrapbooks of photos and magazine clippings, I tried on one of her masterpieces. I didnt want to take it off and thought of every bargaining technique that popped into my little blonde head, alas, there was no time for me to begin playing dress maker for her, I had a train to hop on at Penn station to begin an extravaganza of wedding bliss for my beloved girlfriend, for whom I made the trip out for. Reluctantly, I took the dress off, but not before asking for a few camera phone photos to be taken of me in said masterpiece. This was a moment I needed to share with everyone I knew. Due to bad lighting and that damned five pounds, my tummy pouch looks similar to that of a kangaroo smuggling her baby across the border, or like I'm three months pregnant. Nevertheless, the dress is fabulous and so help me God, one day, hopefully sooner than later, that dress, that glorious work of wearable art, will. be. mine. Muahahaha!
As previously briefed, I went to NYC this past weekend and had a precious four hour window that was just for me. I utilized every glorious moment. In that four hours, I made a very special appointment with Ms. Adams, and walked into dress heaven!!! Her dress assortment, is, without question, the best I've ever seen. Her attention to detail and flair for pure originality are unparallel.
After looking through racks and admiring various scrapbooks of photos and magazine clippings, I tried on one of her masterpieces. I didnt want to take it off and thought of every bargaining technique that popped into my little blonde head, alas, there was no time for me to begin playing dress maker for her, I had a train to hop on at Penn station to begin an extravaganza of wedding bliss for my beloved girlfriend, for whom I made the trip out for. Reluctantly, I took the dress off, but not before asking for a few camera phone photos to be taken of me in said masterpiece. This was a moment I needed to share with everyone I knew. Due to bad lighting and that damned five pounds, my tummy pouch looks similar to that of a kangaroo smuggling her baby across the border, or like I'm three months pregnant. Nevertheless, the dress is fabulous and so help me God, one day, hopefully sooner than later, that dress, that glorious work of wearable art, will. be. mine. Muahahaha!
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