Perpetually Peeved


This indecision’s bugging me
There is a little town in Georgia called Helen.  It is a very quaint recreation of a Bavarian village with shops, beer and yummy pretzels.  Sounds like my kind of paradise.  I went to visit with my sister and my brother-in-law a few years back (and by a few years I mean 14 or so – I’m in denial).  Had a beer, went shopping – you know the drill. 

Back then, I was on a college kid’s budget and had exactly $50 spending money for the day (which was a total splurge).  Right before lunch we came across this jewelry shop that had the most beautiful ring.  It was an antique-like filigree setting with an amethyst-like stone in it.  Sterling silver with a purple gem.  I fell in love with it, but couldn’t commit because I didn’t want to spend all my money at the beginning of the day. 

I talked about this ring all during lunch, all afternoon, until finally my sister said, “Well, quit waffling and go buy the damn thing!”  I ran into the shop, sprinted over the counter and there it was: the empty slot where “my” ring used to be. 

Fast forward to the two-hour ride home, where I am pouting like a toddler in the backseat.  There may have even been a tear or two. 

PEEVED: *sniffle* *sniffle* 

SISTER:  You should have bought it. 

PEEVED:  I know, now shut up. 

SISTER:  Really, it was perfect for you. 

PEEVED:  SHUT UP! 

SISTER:  Some bitch has your ring right now. 

PEEVED:  I hate you. 

SISTER:  No you don’t. 

PEEVED:  Yes, actually, I do. 

SISTER:  No, you don’t.  ‘Cause I’m that bitch.  (produces ring from pocket and gives it to me) 

PEEVED:  I love you! 

SISTER: I know. 

PEEVED:  You bitch! 

From that day on, I vowed never to be indecisive again.  And, you know what they say about vows, right? 

About the only thing that hasn’t changed since those college days is my love of all things antique-like.  My latest addiction: vintage dresses.  It is the surefire way to make a splash at any occasion and to ensure no one will have the same dress as you (I HATE THAT!).  Unfortunately, most of the dresses are made for 12-year-olds or people with the figure of Sarah Jessica Parker.  Did those ladies eat back then?  This, of course, means that finding a dress to fit my “voluptuous” figure requires a lot of searching, watching and time. 

I have a wedding to go to in July and I started my search about 3 months ago.  I finally found one in my size that I loved.  Witness: 

THE dress - my size, flattering cut, unique pattern, perfect for a summer wedding. (http://www.etsy.com/shop/calicovintage)

I second-guessed myself.  I added it to my favorites and then waited to show it to a friend to get her opinion.  I went to lunch with her, showed her the dress and she loved it.  So, why didn’t I just buy it right then?  Because I’m an idiot.  A certified, GD idiot.  Later that same night, I showed it to my sister to get her opinion.  She loved it.  So, I went to go and buy it.  I ran over to her computer, pulled up etsy.com, and there it was: “my” dress with a SOLD tag on it. 

PEEVED: *sniffle* *sniffle* 

SISTER:  You should have bought it. 

PEEVED:  I know, now shut up. 

SISTER:  Really, it was perfect for you. 

PEEVED:  SHUT UP! 

SISTER:  Some bitch has your dress right now. 

PEEVED:  I hate you. 

SISTER:  And, this time, I ain’t that bitch. 

PEEVED:  I hate you.  Are you making me a drink, or what?

 

HERE’S THE UPDATE PICTURE:

The back is a V just like the front - Wowza! Hope it fits after I eat my way through New York!




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