If anyone between two to three readers who still wonder what had become of the then Dior dress, here is the second installment in the saga.
A couple of weeks ago I found myself in corsocomo, ahead of Time in a cocktail at Movida and I took the opportunity to return to the scene of the crime. Actually I tried something else, but as always happens in these cases, just before I see him there, in all its glory, exactly where he hung that other time.
was such a surprise to find him, that it has dealt a blow to my already shaky belief that it purchased the right dress (the other, that of Galliano, also known as the rag ). I even made a deal of the servant, thinking Okay, I could take the edge too, then put the other to another marriage and so on.
But since I have learned not to trust myself and my recent propensity to compulsive shopping (at least when it concerns purchases above the euro-K), I left there and came back a couple of days later with Manu for a consultation.
Morale, it disappeared again. I'm beginning to think that the fucking dress is just a result of my double hallucinations.
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