Dress Obsessed

I have never been this obsessed over a piece of clothing before. For the past few months, I've been in search of the perfect white summer dress. It's like trying to find the holy grail.

Yesterday, I happened to walk into a store where I tried on this white dress that fit me perfectly. I looked at the price tag, had a heart attack (it's much more than the front row Jason Mraz ticket!), and didn't buy it. Since yesterday, I've been haunted by this dress and it's so erratic and a tad stressful!

I have since decided that you can't put a price on perfection. And tomorrow, I'm going back to buy that dress.

For the whole day, I've been plagued by the possibility that someone else will buy that dress. (there was only one more in that size!)

I know this post seems really pointless and fluff-like. I suppose it is to anyone who isn't me. I probably sound insane, but when someone has a passion for something, its the only thing they see.

I also tried on a black dress (which was also way out of my budget, and equals 22 hours of work) that I fell in love with. Previously, I had promised myself that I wasn't going to buy anymore black dresses because I have enough, but this one fits as if it was tailored to me. It doesn't get any more perfect.

Good-bye savings, hello pretty dresses!