I am not sure what is more shocking… that I once wore this skimpy little thing in public, OR… that I kept it around in my closet until now. (I am 33, and happily married, with a child.)
I get wanting to be a hot mom. And just because I had a kid, doesn’t mean I have to resort to frumpy mom jeans. But, have you seen this dress? Can you call this a dress? Does my mom know that I had this thing in my suitcase when I went to Vegas?
I held the dress up to show my husband, and I asked, “Should I keep this?”. And without hesitation, he said with certainty, “No!!”. It wasn’t exactly the reaction I had hoped for from my husband, but truly, it has no use taking up space in my closet. (What little space this little bit of fabric can take up.)
And what about my stiletto heels?
The only surviving photo of me in this dress.
As a collage student, I didn’t own a single pair of rain boots or snow/rain friendly footwear. It was 4-5 inch heals all day, every day! (except for summer when I would wear flip flops and the occasional wedge). I could walk in those heals like it was nobody’s business. I never took my shoes off at a dance party, and I still walked faster than most people who were schlepping from class to class in their sneaks or Uggs. What happened to these shoes; those sexy spikes that made my long legs go on for days? They are literally and figuratively collecting dust, at the bottom of my closet!
I have changed.
I have softened. I partially blame my loving husband for making me feel so safe, and bringing my wildness down to earth a little bit. On our wedding day, I didn’t wear heals. I didn’t wear shoes at all. I wanted my bare feet in the grass.
Now I’m more into flowy than tight, and not only do I not wear 5 in heals, I wear mostly zero drop shoes! I am all about that minimal footwear life.
Sometimes I feel so sad about this change. But then when I think what it would be like if I didn’t change… If I was walking around Trader Joe’s, buying apple sauce for my toddler in THIS DRESS! … Yeah, we have to evolve. Not let go of our young spirit, but evolve along with it somehow. That is probably why I held onto that dress for all these years.
Goodbye Little Dress, and Thank You.
So I slipped this little baby on one last time to confirm… YES, my ass cheeks would show if I took more than 2 steps in this thing, and it’s time for it to have a new life, at some new parties, with a new set of legs. Goodbye.
