I bought the outfit yesterday - the M-O-B one for the wedding in three weeks. I had been trying on dresses and separates for more than four hours when the sales-girl pulled some new stock out of a box. She held up one she thought might appeal and it did have some possibilities. It was just on closing time so I pounced upon it and mustered up the energy to drag on one more thing. It had more promise than anything else I had seen that day, but I was too tired to think. 'Take it home', she said, no doubt keen to get out of the place. 'Try it on properly at home and see what you think.' 'You can bring it back if it's not what you want'.
'Yay!' ' Done!' I was thinking as I slapped down my bankcard.
It's now the next day and I haven't yet had the courage to put it on, fearful that it won't be right and I'll be back to square one. Even if I decided it will do, it's far from over yet; there are still shoes and a bag to find. But at the moment I feel there's one big load off my mind.
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