OK, this is for you...and you.
It's just a little black dress...but it's classy, tasteful, fits like a glove...and I think it's kinda hot too.
I know the pic sucks, but you know I have an ongoing battle with my camera and inside shots:/
That said...I'm really doing some soul searching here. Little Man and I went downtown to buy the dress. He waited patiently on "the man couch" while I tried it on. The saleswoman brought me some HOT strappy heels to go with it. I liked the way I felt all dressed up. There, I said it.
Does that make sense? I haven't shopped in like...forever (I'm a freak of nature that way...I never shop) I'm still not making sense...I love my Lululemon track pants. They've basically become my uniform. I chase toddlers all over the city ALL day. God bless you if you can do that in strappy heels...I can not.
I've spent the last five years raising kiddos...full time. I wanted to do it...it's all I wanted. I'm happy I made the choices I made...but now...I'd kinda like to get a little piece of me back. I miss that person who used to get dressed up and go downtown to a job every day. I'm really not sure what to do with these feelings...I just know they're there.