In case you don’t know much about good music, I will tell you that the title of this post comes from the song, “Shattered” by The Rolling Stones. Also if you didn’t know that, then we can’t be friends.
Shattered is the way I feel when I go shopping for dresses. I hate shopping for dresses. Especially when I have to find something. When I don’t have money, or when I don’t need anything, there are gowns virtually diving into my shopping bag. I have no idea how it happens.
But, when there is an upcoming occasion where it’s imperative to look cute…oh, say like a conference in New York….ultimately, I end up dissappointed. I have said before that I am not a petite flower. It is hard to find stylish, dressy clothing when you’re the size of Gigantor.
Therefore, I was skeptical when Shabby Apple wanted me to try out one of their dresses. I first began drooling over Shabby Apple when my bloggy friend, Bossy, spoke of them, but let’s understand something, shall we? My body doesn’t look like Bossy’s. At all. I was really worried that I would get a dress and not even fit in it, let alone look nice.
Then I saw the dress on a model and was surprised to see that she looked just like me! Only with brown hair, gorgeous cheekbones, well-toned arms and slender hips. As you can imagine, this completely reassured me not at all.
But, I went for it and look at me! I have a waist and my arms fit in the armholes and I look like I have a neck instead of a stump of chin! I love this dress. It’s stylish and breezy and I can’t wait to wear it in New York.
Finding a dress I like isn’t even the best part of this, because Shabby Apple donates 5% of their net dress sales to a charity that helps women in poverty worldwide. Each Shabby Apple dress comes with a hang tag with a personal story from one of these women. I cried when I read mine, and I wasn’t even hormonal.