freakum-dress

I worked my usual 2-6 shift at Charlotte Russe today- with the usual mess of tangled clothes on the racks, lines out the door, and customers dying to be a part of our BOGO shoe deal. I was hurrying through a rack of clothes in the fitting rooms, turning clothes inside out, putting them back on the hangers (seriously, why do people do this?) and sorting them into sections like "Goddesstri", "Date Night", and "Summer Escape", when I saw it.

My birthday dress.
Black, mid-thigh, with a high lace neck and a long streak of lace down to just above the bellybutton. Perfect. I turned it over and saw the back was all intricate, twirling, lace as well. Again, perfect. I had to have it. I quickly ran up front and stashed it behind the counter with careful instructions NOT to let anyone put it back on the rack, try it on, or buy it- I couldn't lose a dress like this. I counted down the minutes until my measly 4 hour shift ended, finally ringing out my last customer at 6:02 and typing "khalifa1" into the password box under "END SHIFT". In the fitting room I prayed it would fit- the only dress in this style left in the store had to be a medium, and anyone who has seen my backside would argue that a medium may have its work cut out...but it fit perfect. After sending a joint picture message to my 3 roommates entitled "freakum-birthday-dress!" I nearly skipped to the register.

As the beautiful Beyonce once said, "Pull out the big guns, and put your freakum dress on"