Errrr... skinnier? Umm... how about slightly altered???
I have a family wedding coming up in May and I need to look pretty. Hubby is a groomsman and will be decked out in a tuxedo and I feel like I need to find something to wear that will be equally dressy. So last Friday night after a few margaritas and some coaxing from the Sistas, I tried on a dress my sister-in-law is going to lend me for the wedding, a cute little Calvin Klein that I NEVER would have picked out myself (I am a pantsuit kinda gal).
The next morning, sober and in the light of day, I tried on the dress again and decided -no matter how hard I suck it all in- this dress just isn't working for me. Hubby however, disagreed and reassured me I look great and thought I definitively should wear the dress. But what should I do about all these uncontrollable body parts of mine? And then it hit me... Spanx! Ahhhhhhh! Can't you hear the choirs of angels singing? So last night I ordered my first pair of Spanx, actually, my first girdle type undergarment ever. I sure hope Spanx are an ASSet not an encumbrance; lift I need LIFT people... and smoothness and everything held into place just enough to pull off this dress.