Have you ever watched an awards show and wondered why no two dresses are the same?
Me either, but that didn't stop me from doing a small bit of research on the subject.
In seems in fashion circles, that it is an unspoken rule that no two starlets should ever wear the same outfit. In fact, for those that are in the upper echelons of the A-list, the designer dresses are brought to them just a few hours before the big event where a decision is made on what the celebrity will wear thus ensuring that no one else will be wearing the same dress.
In the grand scheme of things should it really matter if two celebrities wear the same dress?
I mean, is the world going to stop rotating because Taylor Swift and Jennifer Lopez wore the same outfit to the Grammys thus causing the entire world's population to fall off?
Let's hope not!
Until recently, this situation had never occurred in my life. First, although I know it's hard to believe, I'm not an A-list celebrity or a B-lister for that matter.
I don't think I'm on any list except that pesky telemarketer that has been calling me for ten years. "No! I don't want to take a Disney dream vacation!" I've told him no so many times, now, I think he calls just to see if I'm still alive. (I use my old lady voice on him.)
Friend and I wanted to try a new restaurant at Amicalola Lodge which is located in the Amicalola Falls State Park in the North Georgia Mountains. Check out the link, it's a really nice place to visit.
On Sunday mornings, they offer a Sunday Brunch. It's a bit pricey, but the view is spectacular. Some days you just luck onto things and this was one of those days. Not only did we enjoy a fabulous meal and a fantastic view, there was also a Craft Show going on.
We were finishing up our meal when the unthinkable happened. In walked a party of three, two elderly ladies and a gentleman. The ladies were wearing the same shirt.
The EXACT same shirt that I was wearing. Oh, crap, this was going to be awkward.
I pointed out the similarity to Friend who started to laugh. "I told you to wear the white shirt," she said.
I didn't want to wear a white shirt, because white shirts pick up stains easier than a dark shirt. After all, I was eating at a buffet; there was a good chance that a small food particle might end up on my chest. No sooner had I thought that last statement then the exact white shirt I had also been considering walked by in another party.
What are the odds? Not only, if noticed, would I have to endure the unpleasant conversation of "Oh, we have on the same outfit," but that I also shop at Walmart. (Please, don't judge me, I live 40 miles from a mall.)
I was ready to go so we checked out the Craft Show. Happily, we never ran into the similarly clothed duo and stopped at a table laden with fancy soaps. The lady working there gave me an odd look before saying, "I'm sorry, but I can't do any better on the price of the gift basket,"
"What gift basket?" I asked, slightly puzzled.
"This one right here," she said pointing to a beautifully arranged gift basket. "Twenty-five dollars is the best I can do."
"I'll take it," I said.
"You will? But you were so adamant just a few minutes ago. And where is your mother?" she asked. "We had the loveliest conversation about your matching tops."
Now, I began to put it all together. She was confusing me with the other party. "You must be talking about the other folks that are wearing the same shirt that I am. I saw them upstairs in the restaurant."
"Oh, I beg your pardon. I am terribly sorry." Giving me the once over, she continued, "it was the shirt that confused me. You look several years younger than her and certainly wear it better." Leaning in close, she whispered, "She really needed a better bra, boobs hanging down low like that. I should know, because I have the same exact shirt and one of my friends pointed it out to me. We girls must always care about our appearance," she said standing up straight.
"Sure do," I said standing up a little straighter.
"I'll tell you what, I'll let you have the basket for half-price, just for being a good sport."
"Done," I said smiling in return.
Yes, I may shop at Walmart, but sometimes it pays off.
Me either, but that didn't stop me from doing a small bit of research on the subject.
In seems in fashion circles, that it is an unspoken rule that no two starlets should ever wear the same outfit. In fact, for those that are in the upper echelons of the A-list, the designer dresses are brought to them just a few hours before the big event where a decision is made on what the celebrity will wear thus ensuring that no one else will be wearing the same dress.
In the grand scheme of things should it really matter if two celebrities wear the same dress?
I mean, is the world going to stop rotating because Taylor Swift and Jennifer Lopez wore the same outfit to the Grammys thus causing the entire world's population to fall off?
Let's hope not!
Until recently, this situation had never occurred in my life. First, although I know it's hard to believe, I'm not an A-list celebrity or a B-lister for that matter.
I don't think I'm on any list except that pesky telemarketer that has been calling me for ten years. "No! I don't want to take a Disney dream vacation!" I've told him no so many times, now, I think he calls just to see if I'm still alive. (I use my old lady voice on him.)
Friend and I wanted to try a new restaurant at Amicalola Lodge which is located in the Amicalola Falls State Park in the North Georgia Mountains. Check out the link, it's a really nice place to visit.
On Sunday mornings, they offer a Sunday Brunch. It's a bit pricey, but the view is spectacular. Some days you just luck onto things and this was one of those days. Not only did we enjoy a fabulous meal and a fantastic view, there was also a Craft Show going on.
We were finishing up our meal when the unthinkable happened. In walked a party of three, two elderly ladies and a gentleman. The ladies were wearing the same shirt.
The EXACT same shirt that I was wearing. Oh, crap, this was going to be awkward.
I pointed out the similarity to Friend who started to laugh. "I told you to wear the white shirt," she said.
I didn't want to wear a white shirt, because white shirts pick up stains easier than a dark shirt. After all, I was eating at a buffet; there was a good chance that a small food particle might end up on my chest. No sooner had I thought that last statement then the exact white shirt I had also been considering walked by in another party.
What are the odds? Not only, if noticed, would I have to endure the unpleasant conversation of "Oh, we have on the same outfit," but that I also shop at Walmart. (Please, don't judge me, I live 40 miles from a mall.)
I was ready to go so we checked out the Craft Show. Happily, we never ran into the similarly clothed duo and stopped at a table laden with fancy soaps. The lady working there gave me an odd look before saying, "I'm sorry, but I can't do any better on the price of the gift basket,"
"What gift basket?" I asked, slightly puzzled.
"This one right here," she said pointing to a beautifully arranged gift basket. "Twenty-five dollars is the best I can do."
"I'll take it," I said.
"You will? But you were so adamant just a few minutes ago. And where is your mother?" she asked. "We had the loveliest conversation about your matching tops."
Now, I began to put it all together. She was confusing me with the other party. "You must be talking about the other folks that are wearing the same shirt that I am. I saw them upstairs in the restaurant."
"Oh, I beg your pardon. I am terribly sorry." Giving me the once over, she continued, "it was the shirt that confused me. You look several years younger than her and certainly wear it better." Leaning in close, she whispered, "She really needed a better bra, boobs hanging down low like that. I should know, because I have the same exact shirt and one of my friends pointed it out to me. We girls must always care about our appearance," she said standing up straight.
"Sure do," I said standing up a little straighter.
"I'll tell you what, I'll let you have the basket for half-price, just for being a good sport."
"Done," I said smiling in return.
Yes, I may shop at Walmart, but sometimes it pays off.
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