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I'm taking the dress back.

I tried it on again last night, and was appalled at my hideousness. Rob insisted it was fine, and maybe it was just the mirrors, but I thought I looked really thick in the dress, and that combined with the funky neckline was too much to overcome.

Of course, this means that I need to somehow find a better dress by 1:00 today, because I'm getting my hair done at 1:30 and can't be trying on dresses after that. Considering I'm working until 11ish, there's, like, no pressure, right? *snort* I may still end up wearing the dress, but I'm going to do my best to find something better in 2 hours.

Funny story...when I first bought the dress, I tried it on at home and modeled it for the boys. They both showered me with compliments (as husbands and sons should), and I felt better about my reservations with it. Then I tried it on tonight, and decided I didn't like it very much at all. Noah was in the bathtub through this whole thing, and when I brought the dress back in to hang it up, he said something about it. I told him that I tried it on again and didn't like it, so I was going to take it back and find a different one. He came back, in all seriousness, "is it because Dad and I weren't there to compliment you?" Aww.

Good luck dress shopping. I hate doing that kind of thing under pressure. While I'd love to have an excuse to dress up once in a while, this year I'm glad that my husnand works for such a small firm and that their Christmas party is casual.