I had an epic interal battle with myself this weekend. Over dresses.
I am pretty sure I have enough dresses to last me a month, easy. I have dresses in my closest that I probably haven’t even worn. I have an addiction to making myself as presentable as possible, with hopes to camouflage my flaws and enhance my assets.
I started to casually look for a dress for a particular event in early fall. I am officiating my first wedding and am looking for the perfect dress. Black or purple, fancy but not over the top. I am part of the wedding ceremony, but not part of the wedding party. There is no handbook for this. I know I have a few months, but I have had to rush shop for a special event before and it always turns out horrible. With a general idea in mind, I start looking online. Fancy lace dresses turn into causal maxi dresses turn in to dresses that are suitable for work but can be dressed down for weekends.
Like a binge televevions watcher, I can’t seem to help myself. One click turns into another, I am putting dresses into online carts, trying to figure out which I should buy first. Long forgotten is the officiating dress. In this moment of controlled chaos and shopping, I am happy. Imagining all the events, parties, and meetings I can attend while feeling fabulous in a dress that fits me like it was made for me.
There is nothing like dreaming in fabrics.