Whenever Roland and I happen to be watching Game Shows together, without fail he will ask what I think about the dresses the models are wearing.
“What do you think of that dress?”
“I bet that dress would look good on
you.”
“Would you wear that dress?”
I’m flattered that he believes I would
be able to fit into anything that a game show model is wearing as I was not
that size since college. Overall I’m
really NOT impressed with whatever. I
would be even less impressed if it did come in my size. There are just some fashions that somebody my
shape should NOT be wearing.
“Do you like that dress?” he asked
yesterday as we were watching The Price
is Right.
“I think it would be great if I had
the desire to look like a disco ball. If it did come in my size I would be for
shortening the sleeves and making a longer hem.”
I rarely ever see a dress that I might
wear – even at my college size. I would
not wear them as dresses though, but as tops – except for the long ones that go
down past the ankle. There was one he
said I would look good in and he is always genuine about it. I told him
thanks but I thought the model looked like a wedding cake topper and if I was
to wear something like that I would look like the tiered wedding cake itself and
not just the topper.
I asked Jenna for a description of how
Roland views me. She is the one who had
suggested that he’s been wearing Barbie doll shades. That seems like an appropriate description. I
don’t mind wearing dresses and I do admit that I don’t have the greatest sense
of fashion, but I’d rather be comfortable in my clothes than self conscience –
especially now. But perhaps I would do better in model dresses during the
pandemic as Roland and Jenna are the only ones who will see me. All dressed up and nowhere to go. So why bother?
My husband has always looked at me
with puppy eyes. Puppy eyes wearing
Barbie shades.
