Merry Crasscommercialisationmas!

I bought two dresses in two days over the weekend.

Those who know me would know that I'm unlikely to buy two dresses in two years. But I was out doing last-minute Christmas shopping (isn't it always the way) and a cute dress caught my eye. The work Christmas party is coming up this week anyways, so it was as good an excuse as any.

Then I spotted (*teehee* punny, they were polka-dotted anyways *ahem*) another super-cute cocktail dress that involved polka-dots. In a moment of insanity I didn't buy it, but regretted it as soon as I got home. Especially when I tried on the dress I had bought and it gave me the hips of an ancient fertility goddess.

Ikes!

So fast forward to the next day, I returned, bought the dress and the rest as they say is soon-to-be-history. I figure the first dress will look better when I lose more weight (hopefully reducing the "This dress turns my hips into a symbol of ancient fertility, bow before me if you don't want the crops to fail and your sperm count to drop to astoundingly low levels!" element).

Although knowing me, I probably won't end up wearing it, but will go with the dress I bought the weekend before, even if it shows rather a bit too much cleavage. Then again, maybe not.

It would never match the zebra-print shoes I bought and I have dreams of making a gorgeous glamclash between them and the black-and-white dress, combined with a vintage white Oroton handbag and cute little 3/4 length cardi from Supre.

In a nut-shell, Christmas shopping was good.

Apart from the crowds, seeing a couple in a screaming argument in the shopping centre about him sleeping with one of her friends, parents with those hideous prams the size of a small family car who act like they own the store (and nearly knocked over an elderly lady who obviously wasn't walking fast enough for one parent), loud and poorly-sung Christmas carols blasted over the speakers, etc.