I've always wanted to wear dresses, but I've never felt like I could really pull it off.
Whenever I buy clothes, I go for the most understated pretend I'm not really here types of outfits. I don't dress to be noticed.
Mostly I wear things like this:
or, let's be honest, this:
And yes, I do love that I can do that. Black yoga pants are my friend.
But after too many days in shapeless Old Navy tee-shirts, I start to want a way out of the rut. And I dream of cute dresses...
In this dream, my legs are longer and very tan. And I can pull off the off-the-shoulder thing without having to launch a search for a new bra...
The dresses don't stop mid-torso and make my hips flare even more than usual... and my thighs don't touch when I'm wearing them. (I said this was a dream.)
They are just a little frilly and girly, which is just a little bit not me and somehow that's part of why I love them...
And magically, they hang just right on my frame, as if they were custom made just for me.
Even the ones I KNOW would look ridiculous off the mannequin and on my bod:
These dresses sort of transport me to a different world, a life I don't really lead...
...but some days want to...
(That last one is my favorite. Swoon.)
All Dresses can be found HERE.
And then I look at the pile of dishes in the sink, the laundry waiting to be folded and the hours of writing I've left to do and I wake up from my ruffled, floral print daydream...
Accepting that I'm probably not a dress girl...
In spite of this imaginative love affair...
But, oh, the fun in dreaming...
