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Wedding : Dress Search Part 2

Read Part 1 here


So we left off with me having left The Bridal Garden with two dresses on my mind. As soon as I saw the pictures from Kerri, I knew.


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Elizabeth Fillmore


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Junko Yoshioka


Serious note to ladies who are shopping – even if it’s not allowed, take pictures. I was shocked by how what I thought looked fabulous on—the Elizabeth Fillmore in the first pictures—did not photograph quite so. Body dysmorphia FTLoss.


Scott and I were at brunch for Valentine’s Day when these arrived in my inbox and I was so excited about the pictures I may have a) accidentally showed him, and b) spent a significant amount of time forwarding them to interested parties.


Another note to ladies who are shopping – if you accidentally show your fiancé a photo of the dress, with or without you in it, he absolutely will not remember it come the wedding. (Unless he is some kind of whore for fashion with the memory of an elephant.) And as an interesting sidebar to those of you already marrieds, asking your fiancé to remember and describe your dress is a really hilarious game to play—and win. Thinking this was a sad WIC cliché after reading it in UK Cosmo, I asked Scott while on the plane home from our honeymoon. Even he, who generally notices clothes and has an eye for them, was way way off.


So I loved the dress, but there was still the matter of the price.


And my own indecisiveness.



The dress was also dirty, and though it mostly fit, it would need some altering. I wasn’t prepared for the cost ($250! for cleaning, and $275! for alterations) associated with those either. So I brought another friend, this one with some dress cleaning/altering experience—Beverly Hills Bloomingdales FTW.


And then I made an appointment at the salon my friend Aimee’s dress came from. (Because yes, she had bought her dress back in September, the day after we went shopping together. And I’d hate her for it, except she wound up having waaay more dress drama than me in the end.)


It was there that I tried on a bunch of dresses I never would have except they were the only things in my price range/size. Because uh yea, I’m not a Kirstie Kelly for Disney Bridal kinda girl. Or so I thought.


Much like David’s Bridal (or so I hear – I never did get to go into a David’s), the Disney Princess line was surprisingly okay.


This little jam did in fact make me feel like a princess. Probably because it’s like, what, an exact replica of Belle’s gold dress? But even for a 28 year old, getting to dress up for five minutes as Belle one last time was pretty awesome.


And then I realized, uh yea, I don’t want to be Belle for my wedding.


Next came a couple womp, womp dresses that were not from Kirstie Kelly, but are proof that sometimes things (usually the ones that didn’t make it out of the fitting room), can look just plain shitty.


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I actually didn’t mind the first one, but it was too “trendy” for me. I hate to use that word because I think trendiness can save one from decision overload—there’s no greater validation or safety than “everyone else doing it”—but part of the allure of the Junko Yoshioka was that no one else had it. Short of making something custom or finding something vintage (and believe you me, I searched in every dark corner of the interwebs—despite longing for a story like Meg’s, I couldn’t bring myself to actually pound the pavement), how impossibly awesome to have a dress that you cannot find on a single “real wedding” blog post anywhere?!


But then, there came the dress that made me reconsider everything.


It was unlike anything I’d ever thought I wanted. Covered in beading. Flowy, not structured. And well, inspired by Princess Jasmine.


But it reminded me of this.


And come on, that is a truly great moment.


As a girl who once [seriously] considered spending $6,000 to have her wedding here and just sit on the floor and eat Chinese takeout, the easy comfort of this dress suddenly seemed like a forgotten necessity,


And then there was the price.


Dress + cleaning + alterations, for a total number exactly matching my max budget.


It was a very nice deal, and all the salesladies were just about bouncing off the walls with excitement, though of course you can never tell if that’s authentic or just put on to make the sale.


It was all so very tempting…


But I wasn’t thrilled with how I looked in the pictures, and regardless, I had one more appointment with Flora (which is the style name of the Junko Yoshioka), and 2 more friend’s opinions to gauge.


So I left behind Princess Jasmine, and put on my best big girl bargaining pants.


And bargain I did. I put on Flora, my friends fell in love, and I got that saleslady to knock $500 off the price (with only a little crying). Of course there was still cleaning and alterations, and I COMPLETELY forgot about sales tax until my credit card was out of my wallet. But this was my dress and I just didn’t want to look anymore. (That, and bargaining down money that’s going to a non-profit felt sort of wrong.)


My initial budget was an arbitrary and seemingly high number. But, as anyone can tell you, I am a Clothes Person, so putting some financial focus on The Dress seemed like the right thing to do. On the other hand, I am a Bargain Person, and so I also had the pipe dream that I’d be about to somehow conjure a $13,000 couture gown out of thin air for about $300. Because that’s how I roll.


So I was feeling a little down on myself for going over budget while forking over my Visa, when my friend Maureen observed (Maureen is getting married in August and clearly she will not be having any issues because she is far wiser than I), that based on the original number on the price tag, I was getting the dress at 80% off.




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how awesome is the foreign dude (he was! I’m not just making assumptions!) trying to shop amidst the madness?


Epilogue: The memory of Jasmine did not go quietly into the night. In fact, I spent the entire evening after buying Flora wondering if I made a mistake. I set up an eBay saved search and even wound up trying on some Sue Wong wannabe Jasmine’s while helping Maureen at the Battle of the Brides. Thankfully, by the time a reasonably sized, reasonably priced Jasmine turned up on eBay, I had come to my senses and didn’t buy it.

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Wedding : Dress Search Part 1

So I am generally inclined to (some might say “over-“) analyze things. It is unquestioningly my first and strongest instinct, but I am starting to wonder just how often giving in to it can take the fun out of life…


For example, I’ve come to the conclusion that, if I want to write about our wedding and honeymoon (and I do!), I should probably stop mentally wailing, “but what does it all mean?” and just continue telling the process and the day like it was.


And maybe when I’m done, I’ll know what it all means.


buttons down the back, which at one point in my life I
had to have


So dress shopping. In many ways it was a microcosm of the entire process.


It was both fun and not fun. I had high hopes and a small budget. The hopes got smaller and the budget bigger. I overanalyzed everything and eventually went with my gut, but continued second-guess the whole thing until the moment I put on the dress the day of the wedding.


I love me some clothes. Especially party dresses. But wedding dresses as a genre? Ew.


I took a while of casual looking (I think if I’d actually gotten married in ‘08 or ‘09 I would’ve been screwed) before I even found one I liked.


It was this:



Spose di Gio

I still like this dress. And eventually I began to like other dresses too. If you’re reading this before I delete my tumblr*, you can see them here:


The Spose di Gio dream died when I saw a few pictures of actual people wearing the dress and it was not quite so ethereal and pink and lovely. And it wasn’t exactly all over ebay/preownedweddingdresses/oncewed/etc (my plan to make an expensive dress work) either.


This was okay because despite intended to buy online, I knew I wanted the experience of going to stores and trying stuff on.


So in September last year my friend Aimee, her mom, and I went to go do that. It was almost a year to the day of what would become my wedding date, but I didn’t know that at the time. Neither Aimee nor I knew where or when we were getting married, something we were learning got us totally snubbed as brides. At my suggestion, we went to Lovely in the West Village because they had a bunch of eco-friendly type designers that looked very Aimee. Lovely was less than lovely, and we both forgot our cameras. (I’ll just leave it at that. If you want an actual review of the service, I can give you a private one.)


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I tried on this Nicole Miller, which I thereon considered my if-I-really-can’t-find-anything-else-there’s-always-this-dress until I actually bought a dress. It actually would’ve been a great choice for Costa Rica, even though I could mentally here my mother rolling in her grave over how it was “wrinkled.” But it holds its value! Secondhand deals were not to be found on this dress, even though about a million people have gotten married in it.


After my less than lovely experience, I laid off the dress hunt until February when we had formed a solid foundation of venue + photographer. Then I took a friend to the place I really wanted to go—The Bridal Garden. The Bridal Garden is a non-profit in NYC that accepts donated dresses from designers and brides and resells them with the proceeds going to NYC public schools. As we tried to support nonprofits and small businesses as much as possible in the wedding, I thought the idea of getting my dress there was so, so SWEET. Plus the service is more Marshalls than Kleinfeld’s. As in, you get to pull dresses yourself to try on. Perfect for a control freak like me.


There was also the glimmer of the possibility of Oscar de la Renta awaiting me. You see, that was one of two childhood wedding dreams: a Tahiti honeymoon and an OdlR dress. Oscar, it occurred to me, was attainable through the power of Ebay (don’t bother with the other sites: Oscar brides can’t bear to drop the prices that low), but I found myself passing up $600 dresses because though they might have been Oscar but they just weren’t me…


So I went into the Bridal Garden with an open mind, and began to just try random stuff on. No beading, no sequins, no ballgowns, no sheaths. Mermaids, trumpets, preferably some straps or sleeves. There was a Rivini that fit none of this criteria, but it was so Art Deco slinky… And there was an Elizabeth Fillmore that seemed like the perfect size. Not too cocktail dress and not too wedding cupcake.,,


And then, the saleslady, who was treating me like her personal Barbie, started handing me Junko Yoshioka’s. It was like the designer had just, oh, dropped off the entire runway collection and they happened to all fit me like a glove. (Except for the being about a foot too long part.) It was both fun and emotionally exhausting trying them all on (fitting into clothes is something I do not take for granted, having struggled with just that for most of my adolescence). We snuck as many pictures as we could, mostly of the silly ones:


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Junko Yoshioka


And then there came the last dress. It took us a few minutes to figure out how it worked (not that that was a surprise after the cape). But once we got it on, I sort of looked in the mirror and said, hmph. It didn’t have the buttons down the back I always wanted. But then again, it wasn’t like anything I had ever pictured. And yet, it was kind of—ok, very—me. (This is sounding like how I feel about Scott.)


The saleslady quoted me a price I couldn’t really afford. And I can’t make decisions that fast anyway. There were no promises the dress would still be there without a $100 hold on it (because yes, if I’m having trouble with the price I’m going to drop $100 to hold it). But I figured if it were my dress, and I already knew it was, it wasn’t going anywhere. If another girl my exact size with my exact taste walked in and had to have it then she deserved it anyway.


So my intrepid friend Kerri promised to send me the photos she had taken, and we left as I continued to ponder dresses and budgets and dresses. Waiting for the photos was excruciating, as I impatiently wondered if the dresses really looked like I had seen in my head.


 To be continued…


*I always intended to make my inspiration Tumblr (oh life before Pinterest) private, but couldn’t figure out how. I hate having uncredited images posted anywhere.

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Style : Moratorium

Trying to squeeze massive amounts of post-honeymoon laundry back into my closet, resulted in some feeble attempts at an equally massive wardrobe purge.

Since the cold hard reality of having to bring all the crap we collected and brought to the wedding back to our house, I’ve been feeling purge-y. Most days I just want to throw it ALL out. These thoughts line up nicely with Operation Work from Home (more on that later), as the super scary final bedroom of crap needs to be cleaned out to make room for my office/warehouse.

BUT, and this is a big one—I know myself. And I know I, despite every tip I have ever read in a magazine, I will regret throwing out something and it’ll be crushing. And life will go on and all of that, but it will feel like a little piece of my heart ended up in the trash. I will end up crying over a coconut. (Yes, that has actually happened, but it’s another story for another day.)

Sooo…instead of tossing out all my clothes, I’m declaring a moratorium on buying new ones. I was bad last year, I had disposable income for the first time in a long time, I was able to pay for a wedding and a honeymoon and clothes and shoes and bags, dammit.


Except now there are other things I want more. Like some money in the bank. The missing pieces that will make our house complete—like a kitchen. Lots more traveling.

So I’m limiting my purchases to things I have been wanting for quite some time—like a sweater I almost bought 3 times on Swirl that’s now half price on Ebay, or things that are super functional and will improve my day-to-day life—like maybe some new winter boots.

My goal is to wean myself down to a third of my previous monthly spending over the next few months.

And ideally, shopping my closet will make me face up to what I do love and what I really, truthfully, would never ever miss.

And then it will look less like this…


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Wedding : Registry

As I type this, there are 3 large Crate & Barrel boxes sitting outside the front door that I have no freaking clue where I’m going to store in my house. (And ok, you will not believe this, but in time between when i started writing this and went to take a picture of what’s outside another random—huge—box showed up!


You see, we registered.

1. other registry stories

Registering is a strange and painful thing, and I was heartened to know I wasn’t alone in thinking this. But that alone wasn’t exactly helping me get off my ass and register.


2. we need things

The irony is, we need shit. People always talk about how, oh we’re adults, we’ve lived together for years, we don’t need anything. Well, you know what, eff that. We do need things.


I’ve been living on my own for ten years this year. And Scott for twice that. Anything we have is at least that old. And it’s all breaking.


In this year alone we’ve lost a toaster, toaster oven, grill, the pans are blackened, the blender has exposed wires, the vacuum hardly sucks, you do not even want to see the bristles on my broom…


We need shit.

3. so i pick some sites to try


Thus registering was kind of a given—people expect it, we’d already put a freeze on buying new housewares…


So after some poking around the interwebs and polling Twitter, I did exactly what my dear friend Aimee did and set up registries on MyRegistry and HoneyFund.


As far as I could tell they were the only truly free sites that allowed you to 1) compile a registry from different sites, and 2) set up a honeymoon registry. And so far, they’ve worked out just fine.


4. but im not fast enough

So there I was, shuffling along on my registering plan, when my friends began repeatedly  informing me that I needed to put things on the registry.


And then when I did that, that there weren’t enough things. This is very difficult for a girl such as myself, who will happily comparison shop for a dustpan for 3 hours, to do in any kind of timely manner.


You see, my dear friends were planning a shower, that I was trying my hardest to be grateful for, difficult though this is when they first harped on me for the guest list (yes, one month in advance is enough notice when 98% of the invitees will already be in town for another even the day before), and then for a registry.

It was then, on a Friday morning at 10am that my lovely and hilarious boss got involved.


Completely unaware of all the crap I had already gotten over my half-assed registry, and of the stressful week I was having, she announced that she had seen the registry, there wasn’t enough on it, she didn’t want any excuses, I was to spend an hour that day adding to it.


So of course I burst into tears.


Because when people are nice to me I get embarrassed and cry.


(I am just slightly terrified of the shower and wedding in this respect.)


5. it all gets done eventually


Anyway, later that day, after I got over myself, champagne was uncorked and I was strong-armed into filling up a registry.


Eventually I later added the rest of the things on our do-not-buy-because-we-should-register-instead list, and created our HoneyFund. The HoneyFund was fun because I’m excited about our honeymoon, and embarrassing because now the world pretty much knows how much it’s costing.

6. and the gifts start pouring in


Not exactly. First I got to chuckle to myself for 3 weeks as the same people who were harping that I create a registry DIDN’T BUY ANYTHING.


(Let me assure you, I don’t really care. The way I see, if you buy me a gift, that’s awesome and I love you. If you don’t, that’s more room in my house, and that’s also awesome, and I love you. Gifst are why people go through all the insanity of buying a house before they get married.)


Which brings me back to the beginning.


I better go find somewhere to put the boxes.

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To Buy or Not to Buy: I have a party dress problem.


Since I didn’t go shopping yesterday on Black Friday (I’ll post about what I did do tomorrow when all is said and done), I figured I’d write about shopping instead.


Or more specifically, my party dress addiction.


My reasoning for such is twofold:


1) Party dresses are adorable and fabulous.


2) When it comes to styling myself, I am really, really lazy. A great outfit that consists of exactly one item? SOLD.


I usually try to avoid even trying on such things to prevent myself from spending money on something I’ll wear once to a wedding, and secretly wish I had some kind of job (seat filler? hostessing at a schmancy restaurant? escort?) that I could wear it to all the time.


So this time when I wandered into H&M and wanted to buy every $50 party dress in the place, I decided to try a new approach.


Only photos were taken home with me. 😉


DSCF0894This one was my favorite, although it really looks terrible in the picture.

I swear it didn’t make my torso look that freakishly short (although it is)…


DSCF0899Love all things one-shouldered…

(Sorry, I haven’t mastered self-portraiture yet)


DSCF0902Love the color, love the whole Grecian thing, and yet…

I don’t love this dress.

I don’t think I can pull off maxi dresses…


DSCF0906Nope, I definitely can’t.

(Anyone notice how totally Blossom the dress/boots look is?!)



I thought for sure this one was going to be the one that was hard to let go.

But WOW, where’d my boobs go? I promise they were there before and after wearing this dress. Not huge, mind you, but there.


DSCF0910LOVE this one.

And I do not usually go for the shoulder thing.

But it really does balance out the top and bottom.

That Adrian was on to something.

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Sweet Deal : Rug!

DSCF0890the living room, very much a work in progress…


I have been DYING for a new living room rug, every since I moved back into the house 4 years ago. This is because the old rug looked like this:


DSC00920 the living room, circa march…


Replacing it was not easy because I needed something in the 10×13 to 12×15 range, i.e. not cheap.


I thought I had found a worthy candidate for ~$400, and web-stalked it for about…a year. I finally decided to order a small size to check it out (and see if the cat would scratch it).


It was… meh, but I probably would’ve made do if the cat didn’t go ballistic on it almost immediately.


At a loss, I now put off the rug purchase indefinitely. And of course, a few weeks later, the perfect rug dropped in my lap via one of the links at the top of gmail:




You have to dig a bit for the not-scary-traditional rugs on the site, but they are there and so beautiful. And so cheap! (AND it arrived in 3 days!)


After finding a 10% off coupon code, the final total for the 10×13 rug = $312 (inc. a freebie 2×3 area rug and free shipping).


Sweet deal.

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Asheville, NC: More than Biltmore

Our 24 hour trip was nowhere near enough to see much more than Biltmore, but we did get one little taste (derp!) of Asheville before heading back to Charlotte—on our previous nite’s waiter’s recommendation we headed to 12 Bones barbeque in the River Arts Distract for a late lunch. (They close at 4pm, so don’t get there too late, as one guy did and was very sadly left knocking on the locked door.)

The drive from Biltmore in bumper-to-bumper traffic on a one lane road through the industrial warehouse side of Asheville in excruciating sunshine was a mind-numbing 45 minutes (in addition to the 25 minutes it took us to get out of the damn estate). But it was totally worth it.



It might not look like it could possibly be worth that much effort, but as the best things in life usually do, this one came in an unexpected package. An order at the counter and then sit at an indoor/outdoor picnic table sort of place, one of the best things about 12 Bones was the  random clientele—everyone from an elderly couple to Asheville’s best-dressed rockabillies and hipsters seemed to be there enjoying the food.


They served fancily-flavored bbq with local ingredients, local beers, and the biodegradable corn type of disposables. I had blueberry-chipotle ribs, various type of pulled pork were tried, and we all (especially my vegetarian friend – one portobello burger for her) gorged on amazing sides like mashed sweet potatoes and cauliflower and cornbread. 

They also had several unconventionally flavored ketchups/mustards—between those and their marinades we could probably single-handedly keep an online business going. Just sayin’, if someone at 12 Bones is interested….


I’m definitely bummed that we didn’t get to explore downtown Asheville. I hadn’t expected to feel quite as out of place in NC as I did (though maybe it was just the retiree-heavy Biltmore), but the rest of Asheville seemed like the kind of place we could hang out for a while. I mean, so far as I could tell, their "River Arts District" had galleries in actual warehouses, not post-modernist hipster, but "this is a real warehouse" at $5k for a month’s rent…

I’d really love to go back and see more than just Biltmore. Not too long after we got back to NY did I find out about this awesome-looking shop through my day job (they want to carry Esopus!):


And one last plug for the awesomeness of Asheville–not to be left off the map, they have their own street style blog:


We did take the time to take the scenic route back to Charlotte (and miss my friend’s concert because of it, but that’s another story), and it was also way worth it. You see, I have this habit of looking at a map and saying, "But this way will also get us there and it looks cooler." And you know what, it usually is.


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So the trip to 12 Bones was just the beginning of NC-driving-induced-delirium for us, as we were soon winding through the mountains at 30mph not quite sure if we would ever reach a "real road." But there was plenty to see, and plenty to laugh hysterically at. (Hickory Nut Gap, NC anyone?) Luckily our plucky little rental Suburu was up for the challenge. (Pretty sweet for a rental, I know. It took us 2 hours and the manual to figure out it was mistakenly in "sports" mode.)



Some highlights…

DSCF9992Idyllic Camp…Crystal Lake 

DSCF9995 "Moonshine Junction"

DSCF9999 Chimney Rock…is up there somewhere…

Lake Lure





What North Carolina does for fun…

So a good time was had by all at Biltmore, Asheville, and ultimately Charlotte. (Though please don’t get me started on their fresh-from-the-frat club scene…)

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Ideeli Fail

For someone who hasn’t posted much since starting this blog last year, I sure talk about Ideeli a lot.

Probably cause it’s like my morning coffee. I know I should switch to some happy blogs that teach me how to craft or something. But that’s like skim milk to my half & half loving self.

My Ideeli addiction started off easily enough: I signed up on a friend’s recommendation and found it easy enough to resist the $1k Fendi bags. Then they starting adding sale after sale, and things got cheaper and harder to deny myself. And eventually I bought something…and then another something…and then so many somethings that they gave me a complimentary upgrade to Front Row membership. Which I’ve retained for like a year now…

These purchases were not without their problems. Shipping (overpriced as it is) takes foooorevvvvver. Items show up hanging out of half-taped boxes days before you even receive the (overdue) shipping email.



The ABS Essentials dress I missed out on…

I thought the worst was when they sent me the wrong size. But that was the tip of the beginning of what turned annoyance into hatred. Despite my near-hysterical rant (shouldn’t complimentary Front-Row status count for something?!), they refused to apologize for their mistake. In fact, they acted as though they were doing ME a favor by returning an item ordinarily ineligible for return! What are you Ideeli–a store or a grab bag?!

I PROMISED myself I would stop buying.

I would just…browse.

Needless to say that did not last.

Which brings us to the latest Ideeli Fail.



Oh la la Cheri Mystere Chemise Set

(BUY THIS from me on EBAY)

This lovely lingerie, that I was so excited to flounce around in (ok, more like I was excited to have something cute to hold up my cable knit stockings in the fall), was too big. I know it internet shopping means size gambling. But this “S”, an alleged 32B, was MASSIVE.

So massive, in fact, I put on a Victoria’s Secret 32B underneath it and still had enough room left over for an extra bra-covered boob in each cup.

On no planet does this “small” equal a 32B. If it is, I pity the small-titted woman like myself that will never get to enjoy Oh La La Cheri’s beautiful things.

I say “if” because, though there was a hang tag with size “S” on it, the tags sewn into the chemise and panties were unmistakably cut off.

Ideeli fail, Ideeli scam, you tell me if I’m crazy. Maybe they came up with a crafty solution for the customers like me who actually care if they get a Small or a Large.

And no, before you ask, I didn’t email Ideeli. I work on both sides of the customer service spectrum day in and day out. I can’t stomach more crap when I get home. Instead, I emailed Oh la la cheri out of curiosity. To satisfy yours, here is their equally unhelpful response:

Hi there,

I recently purchases a Mystere set through Ideeli in a size "Small," listed as the equivalent to a 32B. It is unusually large on me, although I always wear a 32B. I was wondering if the tags sewn into your garments should indicate the size, as the hang tags say "S," but the tags inside the garment appear to have been cut off. Thanks for your help!

CustomerService <>

Dear customer,

I am sorry to hear that the fitting is not what you were expecting.

Could you please tell me a little bit more about the piece you bought:

You said it was a Mystere set. Could you tell me now:

    * the color (Pink or Black)
    * the shape (2-pc set chemise + g-string or Bra+Boy Short)
    * Did you order a Small or a 32B?

Thank you for all your answers as we always try to make sure our customers have a great experience with our products.

Best regards,

                             Customer Service

To: CustomerService <>

Hi there,

Thanks for the quick response. It was a black, 2-pc chemise + g-string set. The size is Small which, according to the size chart on Ideeli, was the equivalent of a 32B. The hang tag says Small, but the tags sewn into the garments do not have a size on them.


CustomerService <>

I truly wish I could exchange it for you but we are out of that style for most of the sizes, Mystere being a very popular item.

As much as I’d like to help you and change it for you, there is no much else I could do.

Should there be anything else I could do to help, please let me know.


                             Customer Service

To: CustomerService <>
Hi there:

There is no need for an exchange, my inquiry was only if the tags sewn into your garments should indicate the size?


Way to hire robot/Southeast Asian CS reps, people.

I know I’m not the only person out there with these issues, in fact, the very friend who sent me my Ideeli invite is trying to get me to jump ship to Swirl. (Thanks dude, That is like giving a 15 year old a joint and trying to get them off crack 3 years later.) Sure, she might be on to something with their quick, reasonable shipping, And even better are the more expensive, fewer sales that sell out faster.

Regardless, I’m done with buying from Ideeli.

I’m just browsing.

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To Buy or Not to Buy: A Personal History of Buyer’s Remorse

In an homage to my potential future logo, and my concurrent addiction to any and all things damask, filigree and fleur di lis, I present my very first post:

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Beautiful things such as this often frequent my inbox in the morning from ideeli. And sometimes, like this morning, result in gut-wrenching decisions about buying them. Believe me, I know $99 for a $300 Knit Wit cashmere hoodie is a freaking steal. But that doesn’t mean $100 isn’t five $20 sweaters, a fifth of a potential vacation weekend, and 5 hours of work. You’re probably already seeing where this is going.

Believe that I am all for spending money, within your own personal means, on things of quality that are well-made, beautiful and will last. Your phone, your computer, your purse, those things you see, touch, carry all freaking day long should be the absolute best—that one can afford.

But as much as holding such a beautiful thing that is just so, so me, would be wonderful, and wearing it even wonderful-er, I just couldn’t bring myself to click “Add to cart.” (Ok, that’s a lie. I had it in the cart for the whole 15 minutes, but in the end couldn’t go through with it.) As much as the hoodie’s me, dropping that much cash on something that I probably would never wear because it cost that much, and was cashmere and hand wash only, just isn’t me.

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