Okay, here's one you are not going to believe. I loathe shopping for myself if it involves dresses, floofy things and anything that will bring out some of my worst features - my arms, my thickened waste, my porn star boobages and my uneven tan line.
Yes, it is wedding time and I have dutifully avoided looking for a dress to wear to my cousin's wedding on Saturday.
Good thing my mom was free today. She was on a mission and she did well.
I have a dress that just needs me to haul my keester over to the Nordstrom lingerie department at lunch and get a new bra.