Suburban Oblivion

For those of you who actually like the holiday, tell me about your most romantic moment ever, whether it was with hubby or a steamy ex. 

For those who hate it..give me your worst breakup story.  Misery does love company!

(And just for the hell of it, feel free to give me one of each if you so desire.)

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Best. Comment. EVAH.

Those shoes make me want to go to a gay club and dance with drag queens. (I totally mean that as a compliment)

You looked great!

Courtesy of the ever-witty  Jerseygirl at Dirty Little Secret. What, you don’t read her yet? Shame, you should be! Go, read her!

I’ve always loved Fussypants, but she’s given me even more reason to adore her with the start of Fight the Frump Fridays.

I decided to kick off the premier Fight the Frump week by updating on the Mardi Gras ball that I set out to lose 20lbs for and get back into that 2 sizes too small ball gown. While I didn’t lose 20lbs, I did manage to lose a little bit, and between that and a hell of a lot of spandex, I did indeed get back into the dress. Barely. And it took a safety pin to make sure the zipper didn’t pop open. As Tim Gunn would say, “Make it work!”, and I did.

I was a little self-conscious about how tight the gown was, right until I got there. Let me tell you one thing I’ve learned, and this should be an official Fight the Frump Commandment- “Thou shalt not spurn the lycra.” Truly folks, when the occasion calls for a fitted gown, supportive undergarments are a must. Lumps and bumps are normal, but a good body shaper is a girl’s best friend for smoothing things out and letting the dress shine.

On another “Make it work” note, I have to show off the shoes. (Fussypants, don’t look girlfriend. Seriously, close your eyes.) I know they are slutty, I know they are tacky, but there is not better cute for a 5-inch too long hemline than 6-inch heels, and gosh darnit, I like them! These would *only* be acceptable under a floor length gown, so I will let them be my once a year indulgence. I’m developing a serious thing for hooker shoes.

If the shoes make you feel sexy and boost your self-confidence(and can’t be seen under the dress), then I am personally declaring them anti-frump. Just don’t get arrested and it’s all good.