Poor Stevie

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When you are preparing to celebrate being in a relationship for eight years, you want to find the perfect outfit – something pretty, glamorous and saucy.

So you can imagine my delight when, in the weeks leading up to our octo-versary on the weekend, I found a handmade bright pink, neck-to-ankle 1970s bridesmaid’s dress/Rapunzel costume with a ruffle across the chest.

Ticks all the aforementioned boxes, I reckon:

I did consider leaving it long to cover my shame, but I thought I looked a bit too much like Princess Peach. So I got out my measuring tape and scissors and lopped about 30cm off the bottom.

As a side note, this is why I so desperately love op-shopping and eBaying:

I wonder who Gloria was and why she wanted to hide her stems under a bushell.

Anyhoot, I think it turned out quite well. It helped me convince the security guard at Star Casino I was of age and had quite an effect on the footpath poles in Newtown:

Because I have too many feelings I was dismayed at the leftover material, imagining Gloria had probably bought it with the money she saved from her job at the milk bar where she fell in love with George Bailey.

Shiny pink material? Meet a boring maroon dress I wore twice before realising it was far too short. The result? My new favourite outfit!

 

 

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