I've never felt like such a failure before in my life.
The dress, the first dress I sold.
Was never worn for the ball.
The fucking zip broke, so a "spare dress" was worn.

I knew it was all too good to be true.
I'm shit.
I'm actually, shit.

Dress being posted back to me, to see if I can mend the zip.

Words cannot describe how gutted I am going to be the day that parcel turns up on my doorstep.

Blog abandoned until after christmas.