Some of you may remember my excited post a couple of weeks ago about my latest My Lolita Dress review. You know, for this dress:
Well, sadly, not all dreams are meant to come true.
When I first tried the dress on it felt lovely. The fabric was
comfortable and very lightweight and it flowed around me just as I
expected. It was shorter than I was hoping for but I wasn't surprised. It lands just a few inches higher up than I would prefer, though it's
nothing that a pretty white chiffon underskirt can't fix. The sleeves
are the biggest problem, although it's relatively minor. They are
definitely long enough and just as loose as the rest of the dress, but
they are a bit snug up top across my shoulders and back. Fortunately
this is only when I'm really stretching and it fits fine when I'm
otherwise standing or walking normally.
Sadly,
when I turned around and looked in the mirror, it was a completely
different story. I ain't gonna lie, it was not a pretty picture. The
entire dress felt like a frilly, frumpy nightgown. I literally looked like the
definition of an overgrown toddler and I felt utterly moronic.
I gotta admit, my heart was pretty crushed.
I took the dress off trying not to cry and put it away. To this day I'm still not entirely sure where I went wrong. I do wear pink in my other, non-Lolita clothes and the mature neckline and understated decorations seemed like the perfect compromise between sweet and classic. But something about this dress just doesn't jive.
A couple days later I did try it on a second time. This time, I tied the waist sash at a different spot, higher on my waist than before. That seemed to help a little. I put my hair up instead of down. I opened the window to let some natural light in. All these things (and heaping dose of under eye concealer ) all made the entire picture not quite so frightful.
Still, it isn't enough. I literally dread the thought of ever wearing this dress in public. I briefly entertained the thought of transforming it into a skirt, but given my lack of skill and the fact that this color and fabric just might not ever look good on me, I've since retired that idea. So, sadly, up for sale it must go. I've never tried to sell off a dress quite so quickly before as I usually try to give them a few chances to mesh with my wardrobe, but this time the decision was pretty easy.
Oh well. Some people just weren't meant to look cute.
I gotta admit, my heart was pretty crushed.
I took the dress off trying not to cry and put it away. To this day I'm still not entirely sure where I went wrong. I do wear pink in my other, non-Lolita clothes and the mature neckline and understated decorations seemed like the perfect compromise between sweet and classic. But something about this dress just doesn't jive.
A couple days later I did try it on a second time. This time, I tied the waist sash at a different spot, higher on my waist than before. That seemed to help a little. I put my hair up instead of down. I opened the window to let some natural light in. All these things (and heaping dose of under eye concealer ) all made the entire picture not quite so frightful.
Still, it isn't enough. I literally dread the thought of ever wearing this dress in public. I briefly entertained the thought of transforming it into a skirt, but given my lack of skill and the fact that this color and fabric just might not ever look good on me, I've since retired that idea. So, sadly, up for sale it must go. I've never tried to sell off a dress quite so quickly before as I usually try to give them a few chances to mesh with my wardrobe, but this time the decision was pretty easy.
Oh well. Some people just weren't meant to look cute.