As I got dressed this morning I had to ask Preston to help zip up the back of my dress. He did...and asked me, "what did you do before I was here?". I told him I just didn't purchase dresses like this. The kind of dresses that zip all the way up the back and one can't reach them to zip up or down without help. That should have been my warning for the day.
I don't know if anyone has noticed, but we are in the middle of the tiny heat wave. It's like in the triple digits...you know...100, 107! When I got home I was BURNING UP. So hot. So sweaty. I was dying to get out of that dress. The dress that I was wearing that zipped up the back with the help of someone else. The dress that I never bought when I leaved alone. The dress..that I was wearing..that I wanted to take off...and no. one. was. home.
I tried! oh' I tried. I tried to pull it off over my head, but I think all women know that fearfull moment when trying on something in the dressing room and halfway on/off you realize it is too small and you are stuck with it over your head in a dark cave. Your elbows are hitting the sides of the dressing room wall and you are trying to not freak out or rip the outfit. (which sometimes happen and you just slowly walk away, doodoo, do)I quickly realized that option wasn't going to happen. I was sweating so badly at this point that the built in silky slip was stuck to my lower back.
I'm not sure how, but I edged the zipper down far enough that I could grasp it with my left hand while doing what I only imagine postion backwards. GOT IT! I quickly pull it off my shoulders and try to step out of it. Remember how I said the slip was sticking to my lower back? Well..the buck stopped there. Seriously!? This is not happening to me. Ugh, ok.
I would like to report that I got it off and it now sits in a pile on the piano bench. I don't think I will wear it again in this weather. There is a part of me that blames Preston for my dress nightmare.
Happy Zipper Down the Back Wednesday!
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