Dress: Goodwill (Beyer Too! California) — Cardigan: Target — Spanx: Sockshop & Shoe Co. — Shoes: Codify — Hat: Gift
Okay, folks, it’s time to lay it all out on the table: I was nervous about leaving the house in this dress. It’s quite a bit shorter than almost anything else I own, and even with the tights I felt a little self-conscious; being pear-shaped, I’ve long been somewhat critical of my legs and thighs. But, see, I bought this rather mod, soft-as-a-kitten dress nearly a year ago from Goodwill because I couldn’t bear to leave it behind, and it really deserves to be worn rather than languishing in the back of my closet–so I decided to wear it on Sunday to go shopping for winter coats with Mike.
Lucky for me, Sunday was extremely pleasant, so for a good deal of it I was able to trip around without the cardigan. Next time I might belt the dress or wear a top under it, but this first time wearing it out, I wanted to keep it simple: dress, tights, booties, cardigan if necessary, and the hat Jessica gave me last Christmas, which just so happens to match the dress almost perfectly, which is just further proof that she had magic powers.
Of course, doing a little photoshoot before driving to the mall helped me realize how fabulous I looked, and also how hypocritical I was being. I’m a strong advocate of ladies of any size wearing what makes them happy (e.g. plus-sized folks are NOT “too fat” to wear bright colors or short skirts), so why shouldn’t I wear this cute little dress? Humans are critical beings by nature, and as critical as we can be of others, it’s also extremely easy to be more critical of ourselves, and so easy to fall into the “it’s okay for others but not for me because I’m ten times more hideous than all the rest of humanity” trap. Which, what? Let’s stop that! I’d call this dress super cute on another person, so I’m going to cut the crap and call it cute on myself.
So, you know what? I felt good! Dang good. A lady in the Old Navy dressing room even complimented my outfit while I was waiting for Mike to try on some work shirts. (This is the same Old Navy dressing room where, some months ago, another shopper once asked me if I had ever been on America’s Next Top Model, so I’m going to go ahead and assume that along with being a dressing room, it’s also a Compliment Vortex.)
No photoshoot with Mia is complete without her being goofy, of course. I really do enjoy doing pictures for the blog, whether with the tripod and timer or with someone behind the camera; maybe it just brings out the theatrical side of me. My weirdness is frequently irrepressible, and not always in a charming Zooey Deschanel kind of way, but I try to make it fun when I can.
All in all, I had a grand old Saturday, and bought meself a really cute wool coat for going to Chicago. Mike got one too, with the help of an extremely knowledgeable and garrulous sales associate named Percy III. We’re thinking of going back there just to say hi; Percy’s one of a kind.