So you order one dress from the Boston Proper catalogue; one dress that is not nearly as cute in person as the description promises. For the next seven years your poor mailbox gets assaulted weekly with every catalogue that apparently my demographic likes to order from. Venus, Alloy, Body Central...who knew my demographic were Tuesday afternoon strippers? (Not that there is anything wrong with that profession if any of you have chosen that as your field- I have only the utmost respect for you ladies and my husband and his college buddies were apparently big fans)
But I am a good sport; I peruse these catalogues when they are delivered, fantasizing that the fabrics are actually of better quality than I know they are. Picturing this dress longer or perhaps this dress in a print other that hot pink cheetah.
Well, few years ago I came across this butterfly tunic hiding among the spandex/Lycra dresses of one of these catalogues. To be fair it is supposed to be a dress and to be even more fair it is actually two scarves sewn together.
Now it is a tunic. But if you wave around a single who knows...