Confessions of a One-Track Mind

I'm sitting here with color in my hair*. I've spent the day vacillating about what to wear to the Full Moon Ball. Mostly because I didn't FEEL like coloring my hair, but...my other options sucked. I can't find my one-size-fits-all emergency costume: horns and a pointed red tail---worn under a certain frock, I become the devil with a blue dress on. Entertained the idea of wearing a Hawaiian shirt with all-black everything else and going as a tropical depression, but that seemed too blah.

I don't know why I'm feeling so apathetic---usually I love dress up---but I asked myself what I really wanted to wear, and my self told me in no uncertain terms, my "disco ball" dress that I wore to Doc's wedding. And that I'd look ridiculous in it unless I touched up my roots. It's actually an upscale version of my original idea, namely Marilyn Monroe if she was fat and happy. (I have a black sequin and some glue to add the famous beauty mark.) Originally, I was going to wear my black and white polka-dot halter dress---either way, it would be with the corset underneath---but I've put SO much work into the disco dress AND it fits better.

Hey, at least it's a low-budget idea. All I had to buy was a cheap tube of mascara for my all-but-invisible lashes---everything else I had. Including the sequins, which I'm thriftily recycling from the leftover trim for the dress. Yes, I AM a Frugalista Fatshionista.

Note to self, take extra sequins with me, just in case.

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* I'm even bleaching my brows, although the color the dye has turned makes me look like Eugene Levy. Or Groucho Marx. Not such a great look....

/bleach

Just as I was starting to reach the "Where the hell is it?!" stage of awaiting an online purchase, it arrived. And it's not like I'm not thoroughly familiar with the vagarities of the postal system. I'd reached the point of checking the date of my PayPal payment, and reminding myself that it was still less than three weeks, when tra-la, my gently used goodies landed in my mailbox.

I'm now the happy owner of a polka-dotted top (white and tan spots on a black background, which will go nicely with some khaki shorts or slacks) and a halter dress, black with white dots. Both are a wee bit more snug than I would prefer, but are still wearable. It's my own fault---I have my measurements, but I didn't allow for ease of movement.

For those of you on my f'list who wear plus sizes, they allow sales posts on Fridays at fatshionista. It's well worth checking out! Over the course of the last six months, I've gotten a number of delightful deals that way---it has the advantage over eBay in that the seller sets the price, first come, first served. Usually the prices (plus shipping) are reasonable, and I haven't had any problems yet with a seller out of the transactions that I can remember...um, these items, a skirt, a shrug, two pairs of capris, a couple pairs of schlepping pants, oh, and some excellent TALL jeans from Lane Bryant that are incredibly comfortable.

One of these days, I've GOT to get a digital camera!