polkadot dress

Last night I spilt hot oil on myself, but more importantly, on my Realisation Claudia dress (if you know me, you know how tragic this moment was). I kept my cool and then once I was done with what I was doing, I turned to my aunt and pointed at the oil, she gasped. She grabbed my arm and we then walked over to my mom in tandem. She then also gasped, and then the three of us started discussing whether club soda would work on the stain. My mom then said, "Isabel and Susan will know best!" so the three of us then walked over to my French aunts and we continued to discuss what the best option would be to save my dress.

Due to the amount that I adore this dress, I should have been far more distraught. I was so distracted and filled with such awe and gratitude to have four women standing around me, genuinely giving such a fuck about such a silly thing that they know mattered to me. With that being said…

I cherish you all very much, and I’m so beyond grateful. Thank you for making me laugh and feel seen. I am truly a very lucky girl <3

xo