Well, that's the end of that.
I no longer want a white dress. Why, you ask? Well, see, on Saturday, I went out for drinks (many, many drinks) and decided to wear the aforementioned new Topshop batik shirt/dress. It is not white, but rather a cute blue and white print and also very diaphanous and floaty, kind of in the style of the Olsens:
I got to party number one, and there was one other girl there (and about 10 guys. Small party.) And the one other girl was wearing the exact same dress (she was also more than a foot shorter than me, so she was wearing as a dress cinched with a wide white belt; and I was wearing as a shirt, unbelted, with extra-long jeans and chunky amber resin bangles and a little white clutch.) And then I thought, this is why I don't like to shop in Topshop (or Zara, or wear things like Trendy White Dresses) – because, inevitably, you will get all cute and go out and someone will be wearing the exact same thing. Mortz, as the kids say. What could I do but compliment her on her fashion sense and then stand as far away as possible for the rest of the happy hour.
Also: Later (many drinks later), another person insisted, repeatedly, that I must be pregnant. So unless you feel like developing a complex, it seems that only extra-skinny types like the Olsens should do shapeless/diaphanous. And so, I'm cured forever. Or, more likely, for about one to two weeks.