27 Dresses
Dress: Tomato (bought from the Philippines)
Belt: off a dress from the mall - similar
Sandals: Target
I got my Bachelor’s degree in Exercise Science, so my semesters usually consisted of a couple of exercise classes or an internship at a fitness-related facility. What did that mean for my wardrobe? I was always in yoga pants (or some kind of sweats) and a t-shirt. It was kind of like the uniform of all Ex Sci majors (or college students hehe).. Almost no one showed up to class dressed up. Our definition of being decently dressed was switching out the sweats for jeans.
In all honestly, I preferred things that way. It made my hour-long commute to school easier, as well as my 15-20 minute walks to classes from parking lots that I didn’t have to pay for.. so long as I was willing to walk for that amount of time in rain, snow, sleet, or what have you. Sometimes, it’s just easier to look like a bum!
When school finally let’s out for me, my collection of girly, cute dresses comes out to play. This past weekend alone, I’ve worn three dresses (one I forgot to document, because I was too busy eating everything in sight). I swear, if my life were a movie, it would probably be titled “27 dresses,” except I have a collection of casual dresses instead of bridesmaids dresses. And I don’t have a hot boss that I have this ginormous crush on. Because I don’t have a really cool, yet stressful job in the big city. Or another hot guy following me around because he’s in love with me.
Okay, so the only thing that’s relevant to my life in that movie title is the title itself…
Anyway, I apologize if my posts start blending into one another. I’m really not in the mood to wear pants or shorts or anything that would prevent my belly from expanding while I inhale all types of food around me this Memorial Day Weekend.. or this entire summer. By the end of the season, I’ll be looking like a balloon that wears really cute dresses in an effort to hide the imperfections.
All goofyness set aside, dresses are just so easy to throw on and run out the door. For example, my parents forgot all about a birthday party that my 6-year-old sister RSVP’d for (my mom RSVP’d, not my sister). My dad hadn’t even showered yet (regardless of the fact that it was 2 PM), and my mom’s eye was all irritated from allergies. I had just jumped out of my church attire into bum clothes when my parents told me that I had to take her. So I literally jumped back into this dress and sandals, and I was out the door in 10 minutes. Impressive, right? That doesn’t even happen to me on a good day. I can’t jump into jeans.. I have to do the pants-dance for at least 5 minutes to even get that right. Curse my thunder thighs.
And so, my little munchkins, that’s how the above outfit was born.
P.S. If the pictures seem low quality, it’s because they are. Sorry. But if you want to see something even worse, look no further..
