So...About That Dress I Was Preparing to Wear

Recall about a week ago when I mentioned the hubby and I were invited to a wedding and I'd found a dress to wear but wasn't altogether sure if I'd be able to pull it off? Well, said wedding was this past Saturday and I finally had the opportunity to wear that steal of a deal dress I found while vacationing near D.C. about a month ago.

(In case you don't remember, I was determined to wear the dress sans Spanx or any type of armor).

Well, the dress was more than a hit and I figured why not share the final result with you guys...what follows are a couple of pics—one with my handsome date for the night—of what I think turned out to be one lovely evening and, still (even with me in it), one hot-looking dress.

So,There's This Wedding...

Okay, time to share.

I had the great fortune of finding the most beautiful, form-fitting, dress whilst on a family trip to Washington, D.C. a couple weeks back—a sweetheart of a deal found on a Lord and Taylor rack for under $30 after being marked down from over $200—and I decided I was going to wear that very dress to a wedding that's quickly approaching (April 28th).

That dress is an absolute stunner, according to my hubby, and I have zero intention of wearing it with too much armor (i.e. spanx) as I hope I can pull it off without such accoutrements—wishful thinking, I'm sure, but that's the plan.

So, in an attempt to do just that, I upped my ab routine to include more planking, more crunching, and a lot more cardio. In other words, my regimen went from hell to, as my friend Ally at Copacetic in Carolina might call it, the 5th circle of hell (haha, I still think that's too funny) the moment I walked out of Lord & Taylor's. But it shall all be worth it if I can pull it off as that dress is definitely as much for the hubby as it is for me.

That said, I'm at the midway point and I'll be making even more adjustments over the coming days to see if I can reach my goal before then. Fingers, toes, and eyes are certainly crossed.

If you're curious as to how far I've come, just click here, otherwise silently be wishing me luck.

Just eight days to go!

Oh Victoria, Your Secret is an Expensive Mess!

So, I decided to treat myself to a clothing allowance. I figure my wardrobe needs a bit of an update and I'm tired of wearing the same rotation of clothing I've been wearing since 2011—well, maybe not that long, but long enough. That said, I'm updating every stitch of clothing I own (donating what I can and pitching what isn't altogether useful) and taking to the internet, boutiques, and everywhere else to find out what my new style will become.

Thus far I'm still hopelessly enamored of Ann Taylor, find way too much at Banana Republic, and wish to heaven I could download clothing from Free People, Michael Stars, and James & Joy—love, love, love.

However, before the top layer goes on, the bottom layer must take center stage and that means my first trip was going to be to Victoria Secret for some of those pretty things that look ever so amazing on their "Angels".

The first thing I did was get a bra fitting from a wonderful associate named Nicole. The process itself wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable and took about 30 seconds.

Once my size was confirmed, I went about the business of finding some bras that were both comfortable and sexy to look at (while you can say a lot of things about Victoria Secret, it would be impossible to deny that they have some undeniably gorgeous bras and panties) which was where my visit went quickly down the rabbit hole. 

The bras I chose were nearly $50.00 a piece, and let me tell you I understand how important support and style are but, $50 frickin' dollars?!? I nearly cried as I plopped down the cash for those brassieres—seriously, you would think they were dipped in gold and manufactured by Venus herself.

Again I admit they were super comfy—as far as that statement can apply to a bra—and lovely to look at, but they blew my budget for the day and reminded me why the last time I bought a bra it wasn't at that pricey pink store.

Jeez, Victoria, you are secretly killing me.