Three dresses, in fact, as a hedge against future dress deficit.
In desperation after several promising dresses were discontinued or back-ordered or otherwise unavailable, I broke down and ordered a couple of cheapo dresses from a plus-sized clearinghouse, where respectable catalogue companies send their outsized cast-offs to perish.
All it took was hours and hours and hours and, did I mention, hours of paging through the website. (The site, for any fatshionistas who want it, but be warned: wheat from chaff, wheat from chaff.) I ruthlessly discarded any dress, no matter how promising, if it was acetate or poly, any dress with frippery or geegaws, any dress that triggered the ineffable nuh-uh instinct of the retailer I once was. It’s like panning for gold: you must devote the time, and the payoff is uncertain.
None of that here, just sparely handsome dresses that trust me to doll them up to my liking. Bliss.
*That total includes the 20% off code I used on my second order, but does include the shipping costs.