A few days ago I went to a long party in which several friends of mine, despite the high temperatures, wore capes, blouses, jackets or shawls over their dresses. Were they cold? No, the problem is that, although they were hot, they couldn't get rid of those clothes because with them they could hide that the dress's zipper didn't close, fastened for the occasion with an elastic band or an unpresentable safety pin. . Neither one nor two women confessed the trick to me, while others, as my servant, chose to solve the occasion with an oversize model that covers everything, a stylistic trompe l'oeil with which to cover the file and the meat.
The dramatic moment before an event that requires a certain gala begins when you dive among the clothes you save for occasions, with the idea of putting on that ideal model that you premiered at a wedding. You hold the garment with the hanger up and you begin to understand that while the dress has been frozen in time, your body has been cooked like rice. At the moment you have to ask for help to get that damned zipper stuck between your hip and waist, but not even then. You rummage through the drawers in search of one of the Spanx reducing girdles with which one day you opted to exchange quantity for chastity (they are, like high-necked panties, anti-lust garments) in case the compression they exert on your lorzas is enough to reduce, even if you choke, the excess volume and you try to get into the dress again. Nothing, there is no way.
With the dress at your feet because the very ungrateful one does not enter neither from above nor from below, you take a look at the current account in case you can afford to wear another model for ephemeral use, knowing that the next time you wear it you will go through the same daunting process. This time, however, there has been luck and, suddenly, hidden under an old coat you find the oversize solution. You renounce the forms, because the important thing is the background... of the wardrobe, in this case.
