Ok – here goes – I’m homeschooling 7th grader – we had to leave the house in order to do some things to prepare for the inevitable death of my father-in-law. I didn’t really have any funeral-appropriate clothes in my closet. Not to be the daughter in law anyway…so, I have a credit card at ann Taylor. (Btw no glasses tonight + a 55 minute run; forgive me). Anywho. Me and little one dash in. She, typical, floats to a rack, pulls out a dress & tells me, “mom, this is perfect.” Which it was. But I had to try on other dresses first. And endure her theatrics trying on jewelry & headwear & sunglasses & carrying on very decadent conversations with males associated with dance moms. WTH. I loved it. She’s awesome. I digress. So, I decide on the very basic black dress, not plunging neckline, and talk myself into it – hubs doesn’t like me
In sleeveless, but I do, so the hell with it. I’m getting it. I told my daughter the situation…”guess I better do a bunch of push-ups before granddaddy dies…” I mean, what are the parameters here??? As set by hubs?? No sleeves, no boobs…I’m having visions of those cult girls who made their own pastel prairie dresses. Sigh.
I’m in line; I’m getting the simple black dress, size 2 – I’m not Aunt Bea for goodness sake… And then I see it –
The same dress except in a very cool leopard print. I grabbed it. Didn’t even try it on. Mg daughter looked at me quizzically – “Sometimes you just gotta buy the dress.”
Simple as that. I tried it after I ran and showered – perfection!!!