This is a Pucci dress
that I am mad for. I just love everything about this dress. Ev. Ree. Thing. Mostly I love envisioning how smokin' hot I would look in it. I'd get myself some cutie-pie little flat gold sandals, comme ça
to go with, and I'd be set.
This is a Pucci-like dress
that I think is pretty cute.
I am in need of day dresses for summer. The Pucci-like dress is very reasonably priced (click photo for link), I have no qualms about that price for a dress I would no doubt wear many times over the course of the 8-month Austin summer. The actual Pucci dress is more than ten times the price of the imposter, and is out of my range. Completely.
Sadly, the dilemma here is not whether I buy the Pucci-esque number versus the authentic one -- redhead's bank account says nothankyouplease to that. The dilemma is whether or not I would ever like the Pucci-esque dress enough to drive the original from my memory, or would it just lead to regret? Would I be able to look at it without thinking, "You're cute, but you're no Pucci, my friend"? Would it forever be like dating the best friend of the boy you really like because that was the closest you could get to him? You'll never really fall in love with the best friend. And most of the time you're with Mr. Second-Best, he just reminds you of Prince Charming and how you don't have him and eventually you start to resent Ol' Runner-Up and start treating him like you're a Heather and he's just some pimply guy you want to do your homework for you.
Or is it possible that by treating me well and flattering me and making everyone think I look good, Second Choice up there could make me forget my first love? Stranger things have happened.
I dunno. You tell me. There's a poll up at the top right corner of the blog -- tell me what you think.
And, I am definitely getting myself a pair of those cutie-pie flat gold sandals. (You can, too, click pic for link.) Those are wicked on sale, and that dress isn't the only thing that would look great with them...
Have a great weekend, everyone!