I just had a love affair with the girliness of skirts and dresses. I felt more grown-up, prettier, more feminine, sexier, and let's be honest--it was so much easier to get ready for work when all I had to do was slip on a Banana Republic wrap dress.
Slowly but surely, as my calves got heftier, and as my never-ending need to look girlie died down and was replaced by blazers and slacks, my closet became a safer haven for all pants alike. I hadn't even worn a dress to my new job, and it'd been almost 2 months.
I broke free last week. It was 900 degrees out (that is a scientific number. It was 900 degrees, I swear it. And anyone who tells you it was just a really humid 97 is a liar). I had already shaved my legs for a pedicure. Dress--on.
It felt like I'd been on a carb-free diet for two years and had decided to allow myself a piece of the most wonderful cake ever. Comfy, put together, and pretty.
So now I'm back on a dress-buying binge (way healthier than Swedish Fish and Doritos).
This is next on my "to-buy" list (like a "to-do" list, but less productive and way more fun).
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