It's kind of surprising how easy it is for her to rattle off her measurements, but then again, one of her best friends in the last months of her life had kept them memorized, and had occasionally chatted with her about how easy it might be for him to duplicate her enough to try on a whole host of outfits. It had been a kind thought in his part, but she knew it wouldn't come to anything until after they made it big.

Her hand cradles her chin as she considers the lovely deep green crushed velvet with its silver accents. "Unless it has a drawstring waist it may not stay, unfortunately. I've never had the hips to support it..."