Did you know I have coveted other women’s maxi dresses all summer?
Yes, it’s true. I admit my sin before God and all of you. Maybe it’s the cool “maxi” name or the fact that maxi dresses make women look tall (translate lean) and somewhat exotic. Ok, maybe they don’t actually make you look exotic, but I’m trying to justify my desire here. Work with me, will ya?
The other day I walked into Target and finally splurged on a new summer maxi dress. Now if you’ve never shopped with my daughter, you don’t know difficult life in a fitting room can be. She is brutally (like make me want to die and be buried under the bench, but away from the mirror in the fitting room) honest. She is also loud. I know the cashier on the other side of the store is now wondering why my belly jiggles when I shimmy into a dress.
How do women survive their children’s youth and retain any dignity?
Back to the dress…
Here it is.
Please ignore my arms. I know I need weights.
And then I went to K-Mart to pick something up for my husband and my favorite Retired Florida Mama shoes were on clearance, so I bought them in denim.
Is that weird?
So here’s the thing. Nothing in my life can possibly be simple, this includes buying a maxi dress. I had rules about my future maxi dress, I wanted it to have thick enough straps to hide undergarments and I wanted it to have some sort of waistband. I hoped this would prevent the whole ginormous sack look that some of these dresses easily create.
Sacks look good on some women, but not me.
You know how that is. I am sure.
So here’s my confession. I’ll just come right out and say it.
This is a maternity dress in a size medium.
Ugh. That admission made me feel worse than I thought.
Honestly, it doesn’t look or feel like a maternity dress, does it?
When I was pregnant, there was NO way in nine long months and fifty extra pounds that I was going to fit into this dress. Apparently some women hide 9 1/2 pound babies better than I do.
If you’re pregnant and can wear this dress. Please in the name of all things good and merciful, do not tell me.
Thank you. And that’s it.
Do you maxi?
I’m linking to Pleated Poppy’s What I Wore Wednesday. Go follow the link to visit the real fashionistas.
And yes, I did gain fifty pounds during each of my pregnancies. Honestly, I quit counting at fifty and would not let the nurse tell me my actual weight. Read my baby story if you like. Food happens to the best of us.