A nice thing about big gals is we can share clothes. If you're a size 12 or less, I'll never fit into your clothes. I dress with the big girls. (That sounds like a biker boast; perhaps we should start our own Big Girl Club and wear "colors" to scare people.)
The reason I mention this is because yesterday I received a package in the mail. From Hollie. Hollie is a Big Girl. She's one of our charter members. Hollie swaggers when she walks and little girls shrink in terror at her approach.
Just kidding. Hollie is really a sweet woman. Proof of that is this -- Hollie has a glamorous gown she wore once to a fancy occasion but has had little use for it since. Contemplating who might benefit from the gown, Hollie thought of me. Me! I'm proud to be a big girl, especially if it gets me pretty clothes.
Here is Hollie's gown, with Ally touches. What do you think?