How did my dress end up in the fridge?

As this is my first blog post, I thought it would make sense to explain the name of my blog. I am assuming that in keeping pace with my life, my blog will often consist of me making short stories longer. 

Yesterday at lunch, my manager wanted to buy a new outfit for a television interview to promote her book that had recently been published (so jealous!). Across the street from my office, there is a fantastic ‘discount’ retailer whose stock changes daily. Needless to say, I make my fair share of purchases there. So while she was shopping, I did a little browsing myself and chose to buy (another) little black dress that I can dress up or down. 

I also began a 30 day fitness challenge yesterday. It consists of daily exercise and meal planning. I do not make New Year’s resolutions, because I spend the first day of every year with my parents. My background is Italian and my mother is a kick-ass cook. So there is no point in declaring my resolve to go on a diet when the spread is prepared by Mamma Angela. 

So how does this relate to my dress in fridge? 

After paying for my new dress, I went to the grocery store to buy some healthy snacks. In an effort to reduce the number of plastic bags I accumulate, I opted to put my snacks in the bag containing my dress. 

When I got back to the office, I put my snacks in the fridge. It wasn’t until this morning when I was lying in bed trying to mentally decide on an outfit that I remembered my black dress chilling in the fridge. 

I did it! End of 1st post.