A million things on my mind, and it is only Monday. Most all are interrelated, swirling together and inseparable - much like the print of yesterday’s dress. With its vibrantly colored flowers, the dress is a fun, flirty little number. Sometimes, though, I wonder if that is a such a good thing.
A dress such as yesterday’s stands out. Its length… well, I think that speaks for itself (although I did temper it with bargain bin magenta sandals). Its structuring highlights certain features. Its empire waist flatters any figure. And then I am back to that vibrant floral print…
I purchased this dress on Melrose Avenue during a trip to Los Angeles last May (that trip where I bought five or six dresses). Since then, though, I have only worn it two times – to a cousin’s wedding last summer and to the Pianopalooza performance Sunday night at Jordan Creek Town Center. It’s a challenging dress to wear. It may be a little in your face, a little over the top – that’s probably why it has taken me so long to wear it as part of this experiment (and why the lone remaining dress still hangs in my closet)!
It has the potential to attract attention for the wrong reasons, and what girl wants that? I deserve more. Women in general deserve more. It is not merely about having fun or about the dress; it is about the substance. Thus, I chose to wear it to dinner at On the Border and to the subsequent Pianopalooza show with my immediate family (minus the Austinites), not for an evening out on the town.
A fun, flirty dress. Coming up on the ripe old age of twenty-four, I think it may be time to shove this one to the back of my closet (although that would throw off its organization). It’s time to put it in the books, change things up, move on, and not put up with any more shenanigans or false pretenses; I have had my fill. On that note, it’s time for my run – to tone those legs for that last dress and to maybe, just maybe, get rid of some of those things in my mind.
