I had to order approximately 17 pink dresses to find the perfect frock with which to properly serve as bridesmaid to Erin, the reigning queen of all things fluff and sparkle and pink. Here’s one:
It just won’t do, as it is far too naked and much too bright, but there is something about it that I kind of love. It is the epitome of That Girl in Seventh Grade who got her Period First Attends School Dance and Does Bad Things To and With Everyone, i.e., what I never was, and what I (thankfully? regretfully?) never will be. I will keep it in my closet / wear it just for me / terrify gentleman callers / crash proms.