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My harmonious relationship with curve hugging dresses and high stilettos has finally comes to an end. Yet I still buying them in last minutes!
I got butterflies in my stomach just to think about how many moons left till I become someone else's wife and (may or may not be) a mother one day. Soon there won't be only me. There will be you... and you.. and you?



This "someone" hates my dresses.
Here's the thing, I have such funny body.. I mean, very small waist. So small that it shocked every tailor I've been into. Comparing the other part of my body, my waist is not normal (or so what they said). It's only 24". My hip is waaay bigger than that. My dresses would be either xs-s (even xxs on certain brands) or 0-2. It's well fitted on my upper body, but very tight on lower. You know what I mean.
As soon as I get married, I'll no longer use those dresses. I too realize my status. I couldn't dress up for me anymore, I have to think about what my family's image. Besides, with work and wife thingy, could I ever manage a time for myself? I doubt it.

I'm thinking garage sale.
All my dresses are mostly worn once. I love them dearly and I'll keep some that have fond memory. Any ideas where to sell it? Maybe I'll post them in my blog... I'm sure there will be someone out there who can take care of the dresses better than I do.  Oh maybe I'll sell some shoes too... They need a new home.
Some of the proceeds will go to Amy Winehouse Foundation

I'm so looking forward to it!





The Amy Winehouse Foundation has been set up in Amy's memory to support charitable activities in both the UK and abroad that provide help, support or care for young people, especially those who are in need by reason of ill health, disability, financial disadvantage or addiction.

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siz said…
actually maybe i'd love to buy one or two of your dresses tan, because i always love your looks. but sadly, i remember the size of my body. T-T
July 19, 2012 at 4:32 PM
najuanita said…
Hi Intan,
have you find a place for your garage sale?
just an idea, what about sell it online, here in your blog ;)

xo,
Verina
July 31, 2012 at 4:36 PM
Intan Juliana said…
yeah... please stay tune :D
August 1, 2012 at 4:15 PM
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