December 8, 2009

There are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl's complexion

This is the worst photo of the best dress I've ever worn.
It's a curve-hugging crimson velvet number that stops right below the knees and somehow perfectly compliments-- rather, enhances!-- my figure.
Like a glove. But a dress.

Now I get what Audrey Hepburn et al means, what with all the being fabulous and stuff.
Regretfully I had to return it to the wardrobe department when I wrapped today.