Watch what you wear

Remember I said I was going to a bridal shower, and I was supposed to wear a bridesmaid’s dress, so I bought one at St. Vincent’s?

I get to the party (SO nervous the whole way there that I’d be the only doofus who actually followed the rules and wore a dress). Thankfully, the person who opened the door was wearing dropped-waist, puffy-sleeved, big-bow-in-the-back, purple satin number. When it’s time to sit down to lunch, I end up at a small table with two people I know slightly and one I know not at all. I take off my heinous polyester bolero jacket because I am burning hot (in a sweaty way, not a don’t I look awesome way). After a few minutes, the woman I don’t know takes a good look at my dress, then says “Wait a minute! Put the jacket back on!” When I do, she realizes: She’s the one who donated it to St. Vincent’s in the first place.

Updated to add (crummy) photos, so you can see just how flattering this little number is:

Yes, I cleaned the mirror before taking the pictures. No, I didn’t paint the room to match the dress.