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I don’t know if this chemistry.com thing is any better, but this commercial is awesome

I went on a shopping spree this weekend, obtained large amounts of clothes and was rather happy about it. Basically, I found that much of my wardrobe was about as much fun as dirt, and if some guys at work can wear band shirts and old jeans, why should I be limited to button-up shirts and slacks, hmm? Hence the purchase of a few fun dresses, colorful tights and tanks to fit. Yay, etc.

I wore the black mod dress most of the weekend, and had planned for a gray-and-black-striped dress, with a tank underneath and a henley on top, for today (Tuesday.) Said and done, clothes laid out (clothes have to be laid out the night before; I have neither the time nor the light to pick them out in the morning). Only once the dress was one and I had walked to the bathroom, I saw the flaw in fitting rooms: they don’t allow you to walk around. I had only taken a few steps, and my lovely mid-thigh dress had became a mini-dress. Ooopsie. I don’t think anyone would say anything, but mini dresses that almost how off one’s butt aren’t generally considered work-appropriate unless one’s job involve four-letter wording. Luckily I had presence of mind enough to sprinkle water on the black mod dress, throw it in the dryer with a sheet and let it spin until it was time to leave. Crisis evaded!

And the black dress really, really wins. And I want these.