"I want to buy another dress." Six words I'd never thought I'd hear myself say. It was Monday; hot, and sticky. I was getting ready to head off to a networking meeting and asked the daily question: "What do I wear?" Usually the answer ends up being jeans, a nice top, maybe a blazer. I cast aside the 'jeans' option it was too hot for denim; didn't feel right with capris- it was for "business" after all.
So I found myself taking the only dress I own from the closet. It's black with purple polka-dots, and a skirt that goes just past my knees. I slipped it on, and matched it with a pair of low black heeled sandals and I was good to go. And it kept the heat away too; so much so that I found myself thinking later that day "I want to buy another dress."
This is a big step for me in terms of fashion. I'm the girl that asks 'is this comfortable?' instead of 'does this look good?' when shopping. I was never really the fashion crazy girl; call it a left-over after spending my childhood playing with the neighbourhood kids; which all happened to be boys. Call it a side-effect of being a bigger girl, and because of that having my clothing options severely limited. I've always let my comfort level override my sense of fashion.
I bought the dress almost by accident. I was shopping with my mom, and she found it hanging on a sale rack. I tried it on, and before I knew it I was willingly buying a dress. It wasn't for a special occasion like Prom (I was also the girl who bought the first prom dress she saw), it was just because I liked it.
I've worn it maybe 10-15 times including to that networking meeting. And it's been a faithful friend, as I've lost, and gained weight. And now it's made want to take that next step in a slow style evolution and admit; "I want to buy another dress."
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