Let's add me calling stores all over the US for this dang dress, checking ebay, the internet. This is basically stalker type of stuff.
So, fast-forward to December say 23rd.
Place: Grand Rapids, MI Anthropologie.
Now, the last time I dragged my mom to Anthro, it was for a fun (I can't even type this I'm laughing so hard) "holiday workshop". Workshop is what we thought was making some super cute decoration or a take-home item. Nope. It was working to make their holiday window displays. At one point, they gave us a break, lucky us, and I looked over and my mom was the only one working. lol
We crimped this silver paper stuff. So weird. This is what it looked like. Imagine going for a fun craft and being put to work. But such a good story.
Back to the good stuff.
It was an extra 20% off day. I dragged my mom there and apparently everyone else got my special email about the sale. I always go to the clearance room first. Sometimes I try not to, but I just feel like an itchy sweater. Something is wrong when I do that.
I was looking at the rack of dresses. Then I looked a second time from the other side of the same rack.
I saw her.
In my size.
I attacked my mom. I attacked the sales lady (who probably thinks I was either a nut-ball or high). And of course I told her too much. The whole long story.
She made Christmas so much prettier! And my cute cousins and photo-bombing Uncle. ;)
Remember kids, persistence pays off. And makes you look cray-cray.