Boy am I excited to write about this dress. I love being right, I love getting compliments but most of all, I love proving people wrong.  And this little dress of mine I’m going to let it shine, stand out, and do all the talking.

-Truly Ney-

-Truly Ney-

And that’s exactly what I did. But let me go back a bit. During a mid day online shopping day I came across this dress  (in black) that for some odd reason caught my attention. I wasn’t looking for anything like it nor did I need a dress at the time. Maybe the Mexican in me was attracted to the embroidery details and colors but I kept going back and forth on if I should buy or pass. When I noticed they didn’t have my size I thought “it wasn’t meant to be”. While I browsed around some other sites I saw the same dress in white, only my size left, and at a special price. Then I thought “oh this is definitely meant to be.”

-Truly Ney-

-Truly Ney-

-Truly Ney-

I knew exactly how I would pair this dress. I bought these suede mules and  these earrings this summer (another compulsive buy) which I thought would go well with the design of the dress. Maybe a little too much? A little too themed maybe? This brings me to the downside compliments of the dress. Every girls best and worst critique, their mothers. Utilmately mom’s are always right, right? To put it nicely, my mom said I looked like a Mexican tablecloth, and by the look on her face probably a whole in the wall Mexican restaurant’s tablecloth. Brutal!

-Truly Ney-

-Truly, Ney-

-Truly Ney-

Starting to question my decision, I texted my friends a picture of the dress. They made a few funny jokes too and said I did in fact look like a Mexican tablecloth but a pretty one. (Insert annoyed emoji face here) It was a Friday night, I was going out, running late, and no time to change. So as insecure as I felt I decided I liked my dress and was wearing with as much confidence as I could. As soon as I walked into dinner with some coworkers I received my first compliment, and then some. By the time I got to my next location I had a girl stop me and actually grab the tag of my dress to see where it was from. And the compliments just kept going on all night.

-Truly Ney-

-Truly Ney-

Funny thing is, I probably received at least seven compliments from men only. And not in the creepy flirty way, they were genuine “your dress is so cool” and a thumbs up and walked away. I should also state, these were straight men, including bodyguards and bouncers. Not that straight men’s compliments mean more than any others but I couldn’t help but find it strange yet funny. My friends and I laughed through the night on the compliments my little Mexican tablecloth brought me. So mom, I love you but let’s agree to disagree.

-Truly Ney-

 

-Truly Ney-

The next day my friend, same friend who joked about my dress, decided to borrow the it and wear to dinner. Again people stopped to compliment, earning her about five compliments in one outing. So now, every time I see this dress hanging in my closet it brings a smile to my face or perhaps even a giggle. Moral of the story, IF YOU LIKE IT, WEAR IT. Life is too short. How boring would it be if we all wore little black dresses all the time?

-Truly, Ney-

-Truly Ney-

And because there is no greater satisfaction in the world, I got to top off my night with a cherry and say to everyone “I told you so”.

                                                                                                                     TRULY,

                                                                                                                                      -Ney

 

 

The dress

-Embroidered Mesh Dress-

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