Back at the start of the summer, I was fatefully browsing Etsy one evening when I stumbled upon this gorgeous dress and with one look and a huge smile, I was hooked.
A few clicks and a week of anxious waiting later and she was mine. Delivered straight from the US of A and into my ever so grateful clutches. It instantly takes me back to 1970's disco and images of the A-listers gracing the threshold of Studio 54 in New York. Also of Bond Girls and the original Supermodels. Cindy Crawford et al would have looked beautiful in this piece. Shoulder pads, wide belt and a super soft satin material. I just love her. I bought it from the seller Cool Vintage Finds for around £40 (£10 of which was shipping costs). That is a lot of money for me to pay for something second-hand which just proves my love for her! She, however, does not yet love my waistline, which is currently too large to accommodate its slim lines. So for now, she hangs in my dressing room, making me smile every time I catch a glimpse of her poking out from among the other numbers all crammed in (many of which are also waiting for a slimmer waistline before they can do their duty).
My dressing room is fast becoming a tomb for many a beautiful item that has not yet been worn. Daily I am reminded of how many beautiful items I have but have yet to wear. It is true that dieting is so much harder as you get older but its also true that nothing will actually happen unless you actually put some effort in.
Therein lies the problem.
My new job is keeping me stupidly busy which has a flip side of me wanting to do a big fat nothing the minute I get home. All sport is ruled out (and the nights are getting darker anyway - see how good I am at justifying my inactivity?) and unless I do something soon to increase my heart rate and build up anything that resembles a sweat, all those clothes will be forever enshrined to a lonely grave. It would also help if I just didn't adore food so much. My downfall, my Achilles heel, my love. Even now as I write, I am dreaming of the loaded pizza that I know is on the menu for tea tonight.
Its ironic really. I finally have the dressing room I dreamed of (which I have still not posted about but carpets and finishing touches are all happening this month so not long till I can show you all the finished article), and yet I would say 80% of the lovely clothes that it houses, are no longer options to wear thanks to my overactive appetite (and my love of wine). I heard on the radio the other day that a bottle of white wine has the calorific equivalent of 6 doughnuts. I would never eat 6 doughnuts in a row and yet a bottle of wine?? Not a problem.
Action must be taken soon though. I have a couple of Christmas parties coming up, none of which I want to be rolled into. Dress up opportunities are few and far between these days so I want to make the most of it around the festive period. The good thing is that I don't have to buy a new dress, I just need to slim down and pick one I already have, so it would also be a win-win for the bank account.
So watch this space to see if I actually manage to shed a few pounds before Santa comes a knocking. It is now priority number one on my agenda.
Right after that pizza.
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