On zipping up dresses.
My roommate slept in this morning and so I was limited to dresses I can zip up without assistance.
I’m excited, in theory, about living alone, but more than a little concerned about what it’s going to mean for me sartorially.
There should be a thing like bottle openers mounted to walls at bodegas.
I can’t even count how many times my husband’s been woken up to my back in front of his face, with me agitatedly asking him, “can you zip this up real quick please? hurry [my carpool buddy]’s here.”
there also needs to be a way to adjust your own bra straps while said bra is still on your body (without enlisting a partner who may not be super-accustomed to the task. “no, no, DOWN; now you’re making it LOOSER.”).
