The New Year Party Dress

Every lass wants her New Year party dress to be the dress of the year. It has to sparkle and glow. It must be a bit provocative. The fit should be loose enough to flow while dancing, and modest when dining. The colour should reflect the you that is you. You will dazzle your date. But where is this  magical man-magnet, fountain of youth and mirror of the soul garment? Pounding the pavement prior to the day, you find six or seven of the bargain design shop's array to try on. The colour is right but the fit is wrong, the line is lovely but the skirt, too short, the neckline is too low or the sleeves too long. Where oh where is the dress of your dreams. Aha! At last you see the very one - a midnight blue sheer with bands of sequins at the wrists and hem. Next problem. This dress is so short that when you drop your mini bag or table napkin on that special night, it will stay where it fell. Unless, of course, you want to become the evening's comedy show. But you buy it anyway, hoping. Where do you find the matching tights? On the moon, apparently. But the fates are kind and you find some that miraculously satisfy. Now shoes. Only the best French Leather will do. And lo and behold, the colour is perfect although the left side pinches a bit. Stretch them a mite? Yes, the shop will stretch the left one bit but you have to shop some more because it takes twenty minutes to do. Off you go and there it is the perfect lingerie and the cutest costume jewelry. You haul the bags home, toss them on the bed and head for the coffee maker. Later that evening when taking all the tags off and stacking up the receipts, you try on the whole shebang. And love what you see in the mirror. He calls and you rave about your haul. "Yeah, but did you see that try? And what about the final kick into the goal? Some rugby game, eh?"