This is a post about buyer’s remorse. I love embroidered clothing – skirts, tops, bags – anything with colorful, ethnic-looking handwork always catches my eye. A few weeks ago, I saw a cute little embroidered dress on EBay and snapped it up faster than was probably wise. From the online photo, I stirred up images of me wearing this dress to the beach, running errands, even wearing it to a party or two. Then it arrived at my door and sad reality set in. It was longer than it appeared in the photo and it was pretty shapeless. I quickly realized that I wouldn’t be wearing this dress anywhere. All it was missing was an opening in the back as it looked like a very festive version of something I had to wear for a recent colonoscopy (a rite of passage for those of us in our 40′s).