I was going to be good.
I had it all planned out in my head.
I was going to wear my red and purple dress to my cousin’s wedding in October.
I even bought a little red and purple fascinator to go with it.
But then I wore the dress on a date (a disaster of a date, if you ask me).
And it struck me that for a wedding, it was AWFULLY low cut.
Maybe too much so.
I mean, I don’t want to be remembered as the cousin who had her tatas hanging out while her cousin got married.
I can just hear the gossip now.
“Who’s Michelle?”
“You know, she was the one in the really low cut dress. . .”
“Oh right. Tacky.”
My Aunt Xondra has informed me that if she gets married, she’s making me wear a turtleneck.
So it seems I have a bit of a reputation for this sort of thing.
Therefore, I bought a dress at Nordstrom to wear to the wedding.
A lavender floral dress.
And not the least bit low cut.
Demure, even.
I also bought a teeny tiny fascinator to go with the dress.
So even though the plan was to not spend money, I did spend a wee bit on a new outfit.
I was going to be good.
But being bad is so much better!