There's nothing like wearing a dress that's specially made for you. I just couldn't resist putting off this lovely eShakti sundress post any longer, so I keep delaying the college visit post more and more...by the time I actually get to it, I'll probably be on another one! (If you missed my post about my hair, I'd love to know your opinion. Click here to read it, my lovelies.)
There's a funny story behind this dress. It's another example of how my silly mistakes always come back to bite me.
When you order any lovely piece from the eShakti website, you can customize it to your fancy. Don't want that V-neck? Then there's surely an option for you to make it a scoop neck. Want your own custom measurements? Girl, you've got it made!
There also happens to be a dress length option. Me, being the ever-silly child that I am, assumed that "tunic length," meant that my dress would be, well, tunic-length, which is short. When you've got a 5'5" athletic frame like mine, you're not about that long dress life. I didn't happen to notice that "tunic length" was only a generalization for dress length, and not the actual length. So when I happily clicked length "as shown," I was confused to find a longer than knee-length dress on my doorstep a few weeks later.
I refuse to go out in public in a longer than knee-length dress. This was a problem.
So the poor, chiffon beauty lay idly on my chair for a few days. Then a week. Then another week. Then some more weeks.
Finally, I mustered up to courage to grab a pair of scissors and snip.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
I cut the dress to my ever-desired length and hemmed like a madwoman all day. And that was only the top layer, my friends. The bottom red layer is still very raggedy and could use the help of a needle and thread. But I was mildly satisfied.
Like I said, my friends, there's nothing like the feeling of wearing a custom-made dress. When you've got that perfect fit and quality material, you're ready to conquer the world...or maybe just swing around and twirl a little...hehe.
Then, after my seamstress day beau, I dug up this quirky old piece from the haphazard depths of my bursting closet. Remember those good-old fringe vest days?
I loved this pose so much, I had to do it again with the fringed vest on...hehe
If you look closely, I even accidentally created a subtle high-low hem from my, ahem, extremely straight cutting job. The funny things you can do on accident! But seriously. If I'm not the clumsiest kid who makes the silliest mistakes, I feel quite sorry for whoever is even sillier.
Remember how I wanted to order sunglasses from Firmoo, but ended up with only slightly-tinted glasses?
Or how about this. I haven't shared this one yet, but this fiasco in summer gym explains why I run Cross country and avoid sports that require coordination.
It was one of those scorching summer days in Ohio. Sweat dripped down my face as I walked up to take my kick in kickball. The purple bouncy ball rolled slowly in my direction. I took a big swing, kicking the rubbery thing up, high in the air. I made a dash for first base. But my fated, high kick caused the ball to fall and land on me in the midst of my run.
I had gotten myself out.
Really, though. It takes a high level of skill and lack of coordination to get yourself out in kickball. I slunk off the field, mildly embarrassed but laughing as my gym teacher amusedly shouted "out!" It's a funny story, one I never hesitate to share.
There's nothing like a relaxing photoshoot in the quiet woods. Just you and your camera. The subtle wind tickling your skin, the birds chirping cheerfully, the tall grass swaying to the inner rhythms of the earth.
You are breathing. You are calm. You are alive.
"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep."