My fashion karma runneth out. It was bound to happen; I'm not that nice of a person. Sure I'm quick with a joke and a light of a smoke, but there's always someplace that I'd rather be.
Sadly, the karma train dumped me off right at this exquisite dress. I saw it on Fashion Butter (You'd be Fashion Budda if you were a New Yorker) and I fell so deeply in love with it that I ordered it before I got up from the computer. Honestly, everything this woman puts on her back is so amazing. I have become such a big fan.
But I knew I was going to have it tailored. I have no place to wear a floor length Grecian Goddess dress but a hundred places to wear a mid-thigh Grecian Goddess dress.
Sadly, what I got back from my assy tailor is this Grecian Goddess shirt.
I still like it, I wore it for my anniversary dinner with the Man, but I almost cried when I saw what those butchers did to it.
I am contemplating ordering it again and having my mother do the hem by hand. I know I can trust her to do a good job as long as I promise to tell everyone who compliments me on it that she is such a fantastic seamstress and a credit to the community.
(The corner of the hopscotch board makes this shot so romantic, don't you think?)