Like when I went wedding dress shopping. Since bitchy co-worker (bcw) had gotten married a year ago, she was telling me all the "ins" of dress shopping. And she warns me that I'll have to buy a bigger size and I shouldn't get upset about that. I knew this already. For several reasons:
- I have been planning my wedding since I was 6.
- Every bridal magazine you ever read tells you this.
- My sister and a few friends who have bought their wedding dresses told me the same thing, and I may have even been the person to tell them that in the first place. And,
- I spent 6 years in design school and have friends in fashion who have told me about pattern sizes.
bcw: So what's it look like?
me: Beautiful.
bcw: no, really, what's it look like?
me: I'm not telling you anything and I want it to be a surprise.
bcw: Who would I tell?
me: Um everyone. I'm not giving anyone, any details.
bcw: --Sulky-- Fine, a surprise. Did you at least have to order a bigger size like I told you?
me: A little, yeah, but I expected that.
bcw: How much bigger?
me: Just a little.
bcw: What size?
me--exasperated sigh--: Fine. I ordered a four.
bcw: A four?
me: Yep.
bcw: A four. Wow, you....you skinny thing.
me: Yeah, and the only reason we really went up to that size is because my bust is too big to fit in the 2.
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