Facebook killed my wardrobe.
It’s a bold statement. But I’m putting it out there. Facebook has murdered my wardrobe.
(The number above was already dead and buried before FB came along, but it was a hangover day, and I drag it from its knitted grave for comfort)
I have 3 weddings to go to this summer, and before Facebook, I could have bought one very expensive frock and worn it to all 3, and only P and my inner fashion pixie would have known. Three weddings, only linked by me, none of the guests overlapping….perfect for a one dress dash. However, Facebook has ruined my ingenious and thrifty plan.
I could be less shallow about it all and do a one dress dash anyway, but dammit, I wouldn’t want to be a bride and think that my guests have made no effort. Because don’t forget, the bride and groom to ALL 3 weddings will be able to see my pictures. The joy of Facebook.
And it’s not like I have the SPACE to buy more dresses……My boyfriend stole my wardrobe!
Ok, I gave up my wardrobe space when I moved in with P.
The dresses now live in a drawer under the bed. I know…..gasp……..ridicule…..and general tutting in my direction. It was a mercy move from the wardrobe….it saved hours of ironing P’s t-shirts.
I know…… gasp….. my friend, Miss LP, was so disgusted with me that she began a torrent of woe about how my dresses should be stored, in dustbags, in a temperature controlled room, with little eskimo ninjas guarding the entrance.
To be honest, they are lucky to have their own drawer.
I need to have a search through the frock abyss to actually find something to wear for these occasions. Seeing as I definitely can’t afford to buy 3 new fabby dresses. I feel some DIY is in order.
Cue a big pair of scissors, my sewing machine, and a trip to Primarni!
Wish me luck…..