Simply put, I miss dressing up. “Sweatpants Forever” (per the NY TIMES), you ask? Hell, no. Here on, I hope that the pent-up demand for dressing up triumphs any leftover desire to sport a pair of sweatpants. The monotonous regularity of rolling out of bed to change into the same workout clothes or, alternatively, remain in PJs wore off long before spring 2021.
Pleasantly surprised, I ordered the evening gown (pictured above) online, assuming the fit would feel too loose or look too long — shocked when the dress needed no alterations. I always have and always will listen to the words of Tom Petty. “Honey, put on that party dress”. Already, I find myself secretly counting down the days until an appropriate occasion arises for me to wear this evening look.
Cheers to an optimistic outlook and a frank admiration for dresses.