The Red Dress

When I was heavier, there were two pieces of clothing that I wanted to fit into, when I lost weight one day: a Burberry coat and a Diane von Furstenberg dress. Sure, I probably could have gotten into them when I was heavier, but it wasn’t the same to me. I wanted to exude confidence in those two classy and classic pieces. (Not necessarily together.)

I got the Burberry coat for Christmas in 2009, and I started looking for a DVF dress early last year. Every time I went up to the outlets, I went into the DVF store and tried on dresses. I’d lost 50 pounds, and I was confident with my body, but I just didn’t like how they looked. They still seemed to hug all the wrong places. Still, my mom promised me that she would buy me one because she was so proud of me finishing the marathon.

Emily and I went into the DVF store at the outlets a few weeks ago. I still couldn’t find a dress that fit.

Fast forward to yesterday.

I learned at 4:30 that I’d need to be in a red dress about two hours later. I tweeted, seeing if any of my NYC friends on Twitter had a red dress I could borrow, and then I e-mailed Emily. I don’t know why, but I had a feeling she’d have a red dress. Sure enough, she said she had a few and told me to come over after work.

I walked into her apartment, and she said, “I was going to give this to you for your birthday…” She pointed to a bag, and I tore into it.

My very own red DVF dress!!!!!!!  And it fits like a glove. What an amazing birthday present from an amazing friend.

Mom, you’re still not off the hook.

7 comments on “The Red Dress

  1. Carolablanchfield

    Having a daughter like Theodora you learn to multitask, there is no such thing as getting old in our house, we just don’t have time for it!!
    So, my daughter Dad and I will see you tonite and we will have Birthday Gifts with us, I’m hoping that you will enjoy all your gifts, as much as the Red Dress!!


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