Ramblings about dressing up

I bought a party dress tonight... I am very excited. I rarely get to dress up. I have a Xmas party to go to tomorrow and was going to have to piece together something to wear. But now I've got an awesome dress.

My mom spent many, many years of her life wearing jeans and sweatshirts while raising kids. When she started working again when I was 10 years old she seemed to take a lot of joy in buying suits with skirts to wear to the office. This was back in the day when people actually dressed up to go to work. She also tended towards high heels... usually 3" heels. And she loved heeled knee boots.

I remember mom had a beautiful green velvet mini-dress... it had long sleeves and a high neck with lace at the top. She wore a black and white cameo at the neck. It was something she wore to Christmas parties. I think at some point she thought it was too short, though Mom had killer legs, but maybe the length didn't seem age appropriate anymore. She took the dress apart and bought some black velvet and remade it in a longer length. I thought it was pretty cool of her... but the green velvet was prettier material. 

I tend toward the casual. Jeans are my favorite things. And I have kind of bad feet since I hit my 30s. They like to get tendinitis if I'm not careful. But I love heels too. And if I dress up... I like to feel dressed up... and that includes some type of heel. I still can't manage the stripper heels that are popular right now. But I've got some black boots with a chunky heel that I can manage for a few hours. :) I've no doubt Mom would advise me to wear my little dress with bare legs and heels... but true to my own style I'll stick with opaque tights and boots.

I did have to ask a nice lady in the dressing room if the dress made me look pregnant... it has a slight empire waist and is a little loose from that point down. But the woman looked at me like I was certifiably insane and said "Not even a little bit." It was seriously the best reaction I could have asked for. I mean... she has no clue of my body issues. For all she knows I am pregnant and just don't want it to show. But the fact she seemed to think I was crazy for asking... like "no way you look remotely chubby" kind of look... it made me happy. And no... thank goodness... I'm not pregnant. :)