The dress that wouldn’t fit

  My mother-in-law bought the nicest, cutest dress in London for me to wear on my wedding anniversary. The material was good: the softest lace, nice British collars and the nicest hue of blue. Excitedly, I put it on.  It did not fit.  Mother-in-law and sister-one-law balked and keveched on the dress that wouldn’t fit,…