A long time ago in a galaxy far far away (Actually a few months ago in Value Village.) I bought a black dress.
I thought it was cute, in a slightly robot type uniform-y kinda’ way. I wore it once or twice, before pushing it to the back of my ‘clothes holding box with wheels on the bottom so I can slide it under my bed’.
I’m not sure why I didn’t wear it more often.
Maybe it was because I never found another chance to wear it.
Maybe it was because I went clothes shopping a little while later and found something I like better.
Maybe it was because I realized it was 95% polyester, 5% spandex, when I’m really more of a natural type gal.
Or maybe (as so often happen es with me and my clothing purchases.) I just fell ‘out of love’ with it.
However it happened, I quit wearing it. Until today. Today, I pulled it out and said, “I’m going to wear this.”
I put it on, preparing to waltz off into the sunset (or perhaps the fog, what with this dang NB weather.) wearing my re-discovered dress….. but wait- what is this?
My dress…. it is too short. (I can just see you guys right now, rolling your eyes. “Yes Kaelen, that’s called growth,”.)
Luckily however, my dress is still wearable, I just need something on my legs.
Yoga pants? No.
Tights? Maybe…. but my only pair of tights are gray, thick, and woolly.
Still, I liked the idea of tights, so I went and checked out my Mom’s drawer to “borrow” a pair. As I stood their, bent over her tights drawer I realized; My Mother has more colorful clothes than me!
I’m going to go weep silently over my ‘under the bed box thing’ now.
PS for anyone who is wondering, I chose bright fuchsia tights, and also a headscarf/band thing that matches to tie it all together.