Thursday, July 19, 2012
Some women have wedding dresses as their incentive, others their grad gowns or a bathing suit. True to a child who idolized Princess Diana (and met her joyously on the streets of Victoria as a girl), my motivator happens to involve plush fabrics, a corset bodice, and a seven meter train designed by the likes of Alexander McQueen or my latest crush, Christian Dior.
You don't want to see my Vienna Pinterest, promise. However, given my pocketbook can barely accommodate the concept of a princess-like ballgown, it's off to check out the designer resale shops in the area. A number are on the lookout for glorious gowns worthy of a midnight quadrille on the shining floor of the Baroque Kursalon, where Johann Strauss and Habsburg emperors once ruled.
Pardon the hideous quality of the phone camera, but at least I fit into this one. Sort of. It's a pretty enough gown that hides some of the flaws and still gives a hint of where I need to improve; notably, those poor arms and my stomach. Maybe a string of these will show what effect if any my working out is having!