I'm currently stuck in a cocktail dress, literally.
I can be alone; I can live alone. Sure it's hard to motivate myself to make a proper meal, it takes forever to eat a whole lentil loaf, and all the yard work falls on one person, but I can deal. However, I rather not and considering the end goal of so many twenty and thirty somethings to get married, I guess many people rather not live alone. I love being married and having my best friend with me during so many mundane life moments - brushing teeth, making eggs, waking up slowly on a Sunday. By far the one thing I have taken for granted about married life is having someone to zip up a cocktail dress. Which brings me to why I am sitting on the couch late on a Saturday night stuck in a dress.
When I went to get dressed for a party hours ago, I logically selected a dress with a side zipper. Side zippers are a one person job. Or so you would think. I zippered the dress half way, but then it got stuck. Logically, I tugged and tugged and tugged and danced around the room while tugging. The zipper would not go up. I decided, as I was already fashionable late for the party, that I should just take the dress off and choose an easier outfit. Fail. The zipper was truly stuck and would go neither up nor down. Now I fretted. I guess I could cut it off. Shimmy it over my head. Or I could tug on it while dancing around the room. Success. The dress was unzipped.
A well balanced person might at this point of success take the dress off and change. But no, I decided that since I could get the zipper down, I could probably get it all the way up. Zip. Stuck half way, again. I threw a cardigan on and went to the party with the dress half open at the side. No one noticed.
Now, I am stuck in a cocktail dress. Luckily for me, in less than a week I will reunite with my wonderful capable of zippering a cocktail dress husband and this whole him away fourth year medical school crap will be over. So if you see me around town and wonder why I am wearing a party dress to the grocery store, while walking the dog, at the post office, here it is. I honestly cannot figure out (and frankly don't have the desire to be in a situation where I need to figure out) how single women get dressed. But if anyone has any tips of how to get out of a stuck cocktail dress, it would make the next five days of my life much easier to hear them.
I can be alone; I can live alone. Sure it's hard to motivate myself to make a proper meal, it takes forever to eat a whole lentil loaf, and all the yard work falls on one person, but I can deal. However, I rather not and considering the end goal of so many twenty and thirty somethings to get married, I guess many people rather not live alone. I love being married and having my best friend with me during so many mundane life moments - brushing teeth, making eggs, waking up slowly on a Sunday. By far the one thing I have taken for granted about married life is having someone to zip up a cocktail dress. Which brings me to why I am sitting on the couch late on a Saturday night stuck in a dress.
When I went to get dressed for a party hours ago, I logically selected a dress with a side zipper. Side zippers are a one person job. Or so you would think. I zippered the dress half way, but then it got stuck. Logically, I tugged and tugged and tugged and danced around the room while tugging. The zipper would not go up. I decided, as I was already fashionable late for the party, that I should just take the dress off and choose an easier outfit. Fail. The zipper was truly stuck and would go neither up nor down. Now I fretted. I guess I could cut it off. Shimmy it over my head. Or I could tug on it while dancing around the room. Success. The dress was unzipped.
A well balanced person might at this point of success take the dress off and change. But no, I decided that since I could get the zipper down, I could probably get it all the way up. Zip. Stuck half way, again. I threw a cardigan on and went to the party with the dress half open at the side. No one noticed.
Now, I am stuck in a cocktail dress. Luckily for me, in less than a week I will reunite with my wonderful capable of zippering a cocktail dress husband and this whole him away fourth year medical school crap will be over. So if you see me around town and wonder why I am wearing a party dress to the grocery store, while walking the dog, at the post office, here it is. I honestly cannot figure out (and frankly don't have the desire to be in a situation where I need to figure out) how single women get dressed. But if anyone has any tips of how to get out of a stuck cocktail dress, it would make the next five days of my life much easier to hear them.
