despite all the inherent pitfalls of shopping for a picky wife, my husband bit the bullet with surprising aplomb. he completely bowled me over today with the little black dress he brought back from a business trip to guangzhou.
the mess is in HIS corner of the closet, not mine!i love love love it. it fits perfectly and is super flattering! he pegged it on a drapey black dress i bought in malacca, which i think was a very smart thing for him to do. after all, don't we girls always fall for stuff that looks like stuff we already have? except that the malacca dress is office-appropriate -- this lbd is a strictly night-out version. i can already envision it with my gold stacked heels, or with purple tights or fishnets.
marlon recently shocked me into silence, then into gales of laughter, the first time he did a spot-on heidi klum impersonation; he has the bisected-sentence, nonchalant ice princess delivery down pat. he even has her script committed to memory: "we asked for avant-garde -- and all you gave us -- is a sad -- brown -- dress " and "your outfit looks cheap -- and poorly constructed." i suppose this dress is one of the less bizarre effects of having a husband patiently sit with you through that weekly dose of project runway.
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