When I was getting married, my husband and I went shopping for wedding rings at the local mall. We didn't want anything fancy, just plain gold bands. But I was so freaked out by the entire concept of getting married that I ended up buying a red cape instead (which I still own, by the way).
And, in response to my mother's nagging me over the years as to when I was getting married, my standard reply was, "You regret badgering me into getting married because I'm getting married in a red dress and you'll be mortified."
Not that I was serious, but it so happened that the only dress I could find that I liked with red. Backless and red. It was the last thing I bought at I. Magnin's before it closed down.
I don't know about good luck, but I look pretty good in red (and really shitty in white--plus, hey, Berkeley feminist--not like I was wearing white) . Red's my color. The backless thing just happened to come along with the dress. It *was* pretty hot come to think of it! I still own that, too, but it's fraying along the hem line. Not like I could ever wear it again. It was a size 2! But I've kept it.
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You do know that you have a red coat kink, don't you?
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yeah i know. sigh. it's such a stand-out naughty color. and then they go and put the most uptight men imaginable in it.
though rene's red is actually a red used properly. danger, james fitzroy! danger!
yeah...it's uh...not helping that i only have time to write this thing in small doses until next week. because...damn...*ray* in the *red coat*
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When I was getting married, my husband and I went shopping for wedding rings at the local mall. We didn't want anything fancy, just plain gold bands. But I was so freaked out by the entire concept of getting married that I ended up buying a red cape instead (which I still own, by the way).
And, in response to my mother's nagging me over the years as to when I was getting married, my standard reply was, "You regret badgering me into getting married because I'm getting married in a red dress and you'll be mortified."
Not that I was serious, but it so happened that the only dress I could find that I liked with red. Backless and red. It was the last thing I bought at I. Magnin's before it closed down.
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very awesome. good luck in china.
plus, just hot
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