I'm not sure if it's politically correct to say "gay" in that song anymore. Is it? Oh gosh, I don't know. Now I've pointed out my phrasing, and I'm all sorts of nervous that I'll offend someone. I love everyone. Promise.
Every December I buy a new dress to wear on Christmas. Couldn't you rewear one from the year prior?, you ask. Truly...no, dear reader. My weight yo-yos all over the darn place, so the chances of my body maintaining any one size over the course of a year...well, it's a pipe dream. A few weeks ago I fell in love with a twofer dress, which looked a little something like this. Unfortunately, the price tag was too rich for my blood given the fate that awaits my dresses: they're excitedly worn for three hours, and then cast into my armoire until spring, when they're given away. Dresses just aren't practical for me.
So, I sort of replicated the dress in separates...and for way less. I'm hoping these pieces will get a little more mileage than my usual X-mas dress, and am already mix + matching them into my wardrobe. If I could tolerate fussy clothing, I'd don this every day. It's fitted and super feminine without showing off much skin at all. I feel like Christina Hendricks...only without all the smoldering appeal. More like, I feel pretty wearing secretary clothes and am channeling the spirit of Christina Hendricks: curvy and okay with it.