|So, I think I’ve found my outfit for Linda’s wedding.
Unfortunately, it’s still going to cost me close to £60 (dress and shoes; I think I can find my black bolero in the mess of a clothes box I have in the corner of my room for the night ‘do) and that is… urgh.
I hate being unemployed.
I found the dress on amazon.co.uk last night just via a search for “plus size dresses” – why I didn’t think of that before, I don’t know – and the shoes are from my favourite (or only, at the minute, when I get money to buy any) clothes haunt, Evans (who should think about SPONSORING me, I wear so much of their stuff).
Of course, the problem here is still money. Me paying £60 leaves me with no money for a fortnight (and I’m not even kidding about that.) and I wouldn’t be able to pay my Weight Watchers or Gym Membership, so if I’m going to do this, I’m going to have to do it in stages.
So which do I risk first: the perfect dress or the perfect shoes? I buy one on Wednesday when my ESA money goes into the bank and I get the other in two weeks’ time when my next payment goes in.
(I still have to buy my Open University books, which is another £30 or £40, too, but they’ve sent me a cheque, at least, to cover £30 of that.)
But what if the shoes go out of stock? What if they don’t fit? What if I buy the dress and it doesn’t fit? I’m back at square one. Linda’s wedding just keeps getting closer and closer, and I’m not getting any smaller. I know that I’m not a true size 32, and that worries me because a lot of stuff is made small.
So what do I do?
I wish I could stop panicking, for one.
And I wish somebody would wave a magic wand and give me a job that wouldn’t interfere with the wedding, for two.
The dress, by the way, is on my Amazon wishlist. I’m just sayin’.