On Easter, I rocked the same dress for the third Easter in a row. Mind you, it also served as a bridesmaid dress for my cousin Erin's wedding.
I think it's perty.
In fact, if I had about 20 more of them in different colors and patterns, I'd wear it every day. It's a flattering, feminine cut and hangs right below the knee. Perfect. Erin – where did you get these?! I want more!
Sorry. This was the only photo I could find of it. Except now, I have to wear a cami underneath the top. Because now, post nursing, I am a super negative AA bra size. I belong in the tween department. Great. Why doesn't anyone prepare you for these ‘surprises'?!
As I sat getting dressed on Easter morning, I finally had to come to terms with something about myself. I've been trying to deny it for a long time, but alas, the time has come.
I'm just not fashionable.
Not that I'm walking around in potato sacks, mind you, but the reality is I just don't care enough about fashion…to care.
Oh sure, I gawk at the pretty blouses and tailored skirts as I'm browsing through Target (yes, that's fancy to me)…but the reality is, I never have the extra money to buy them, so I just keep myself from looking.
But here's the real reality: I've found I'd much rather spend our money on an organic chicken than a new t-shirt. That's right, I admit it – bring me a fancy bottle of balsamic over a pair of jeans any day. You see, I've prioritized our budget so that a certain amount of money goes to maintaining our ‘standard' of food. And I'm not willing to give up our raw & organic cheddar cheese for new clothes.
That being said, if you'd rather go clothes shopping than eat raw & organic cheddar cheese, more power to ya.
I wish I was that way.
I wish I was stylish and hip. But, sigh, I just ain't.
I love picking up a special piece of clothing here and there, and truthfully, I wear them for years. Unfortunately, I don't do this often enough to keep my wardrobe on the up-and-up. And if it weren't for my sisters and Mom, I may just be walking around naked. Yikes.
It's a relief, in a way, to take that pressure off. Accepting what is. And accepting what isn't.
Girlfriend can only dress so fancy while she's pulling beets from the garden, anyway.
And at least I can still rock my Easter dress. For many years to come.