Out at Sentido Funf last night for my bestie's bday I happened to notice well actually I was slapped in the face with the fact that within a 2 metres of my black & backless dress there were count them 5 YES 5 other black & backless dresses swanning around.
Some had ruffles, some were grazing on booty cracks and all were mini. Here we were the first weekend in spring and yet we all looked like we were at a high fashion wake and in some way we were because as I looked around I began to mourn the loss of my black & backless. It was no longer special, no longer different and definitely over cooked. The realisation hurt almost as much as pulling off my stickie boobs...
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