I don’t even know with her anymore, you guys.
I mean, this isn’t ACTIVELY TERRIBLE. I don’t feel like she’s punched me in the face with her life/choices. I am not personally offended by it. I mean, not very much. No more than I would be if the nice barista at my Coffee Bean inadvertently got my order wrong. This dress is very much not the end of the world. But nor is it a Whole New World (of Fabulousness). I think we can fix it. Me, I’m taking a couple of inches off the hem and putting a firm stop to the concept of needing a belt on your freaking neck. What about you?
