You might have read about me trying to find the perfect MOB dress a time or twenty. If you live with me or are on my daily call list, you may have heard about it EVERY STINKIN’ DAY and thought, “Oh, Speckled Trout………will you shut your piehole about that dress?”
My sisters understand my OCD behaviors since they have a few of their own. Jean became my personal shopper, sending me links to dresses that she thought I should consider. I hemmed. I hawed. I DIDN’T KNOW. I COULD NOT DECIDE.
Then she sent me a link to the perfect dress. This dress I so loved when I saw it on the computer screen that I ran downstairs and got my Visa card to order it. And it was backordered in every size. My Personal Shopper told me to get a hold of customer service at Nordstrom’s ASAP and tell them it was my daughter’s wedding and to FIND THAT DRESS. It was sold out in every size, in every store and expected shipment was September.
And there I was in some kind of funk when Ann called. Ann keeps a cool head when it comes to overturning every rock in the universe to find the perfect wardrobe apparel. While I was lighting the candles for my pity party, she suggested Ebay. The 2nd listing was my dress, my size, altered in the shoulders and length because the woman was petite, worn once to her son’s wedding, starting bid $49.99 and one hour left.
I forgot my ebay user i.d. and password, applied for a new one, got that and then they froze my account. I was still on the phone with Ann so she bid on it with her account and this hunka glittery awesomeness that fits me perfectly arrived on my doorstep a few days later.
It’s like we’re the frickin Kardashians when we put our heads together.