Boots: Anthropologie Buckled Paddock Boots
"I need time to stop moving. I need time to stay useless" - Cloud Nothings
It's been a week full of deadlines and places to be, and I've just now gotten time to catch my breath. These were taken way back on Monday when the temperature almost made it to 80 degrees. It felt strange to be wearing short sleeves and going bare-legged in the middle of January. If this dress looks familiar, it's because it was one of the items I coveted in my Free People post last week. Jerry and I made a quick trip to Durham this past weekend, and I couldn't help but stop into the Free People store to try on some of the items I saw online. This dress was the only one of it's kind in the store because it was an online return, and it just happened to be in my size. I fell in love with it and decided to bring it home with me. Now that I've worn it out, I'm not so sure about it anymore. Even though it's sold out in this color online, it's gotten bad reviews, with people comparing it to a drab sack or a trash bag.
The first issue I had was the drawstring. I wasn't sure whether to wear it loosely, like the model in the catalog shot, or draw it up tighter to define my waist. I would have preferred to wear it loose, because I feel that's the way this dress is meant to be worn. However, I ended up drawing it up tighter, because I thought it was more flattering to my figure. Looking at these pictures, I'm not sure if I made the right decision or not. My next issue was with the skirt/slip thing underneath. It's super short, and I was paranoid that I might be flashing people my lady bits all day because the longer skirt is completely sheer. Lastly, I think I might be too old for this look. I took my son to a doctor's appointment, and I felt really awkward wearing this. All the other moms in the waiting room had on nice, tailored pieces, and there I was in my granny boots and weird hippie dress.
I don't know. I've been really struggling with this getting old thing lately. Relaxed and laid back pieces are more my style, but they do seem better suited to the younger set. And then there's the inevitable deterioration of my body which doesn't seem to look good in anything anymore. My lovely son whose current height makes him about eye level with my stomach gave me a hug the other night and made a comment about my "shaggy belly." Damn kids! It's the hard truth, though, and I know that this kind of thing is only going to get worse as I get older. Somehow, I've got to learn to except and love myself, flaws and all. Right now, I'm too busy to think about it. I'll think about that tomorrow.