Strange how you stopped loving me
How you stopped needing me
When she came along
Oh, how strange
I absolutely freaking love this song. Click to listen now.
There are some people who throw themselves into relationships. Who throw themselves into friendships. Who throw themselves into their work. I throw myself into my clothes. I am in a forever relationship with both the act of purchasing clothes and the clothes themselves once I own them. It’s like I really freaking need them.
I openly admit to being a shopaholic. But I think that’s okay.
In Defense Of Why You DO Need That Dress:
This Misa Los Angeles Ava Dress was way out of my price range. But I bought it anyway. Poor decision? At the time, nah. Sometimes you have to splurge a little. Looking back now? Maybe…I got laid off a few weeks later. Unemployed me is a bit begrudged.
But I own a freaking piece.
I’ve been watching a lot of Sex and the City lately (a blog post is forming in my head about that as I type) and more and more I find myself style-collectively identifying with Miss Bradshaw. Work comes and goes. Friends come and go. Boys come and go. But I will forever have my style…even if it is constantly evolving. I will forever have my clothes as a way to express myself. Unless I’m robbed, my clothes ain’t going nowhere. And like life experiences, you have to collect those pieces that come around.
You’ll regret it later if you let them go.
For me, being able to put together a great outfit and shout out my feelings to the world is the best way to get out of a rut. And quite frankly, I’ve been in quite the rut lately. This dress says to me, I could care less. Watch my tassels shake as I walk away. I’m in charge. Of what I wear. Of my style. Of my life. I put it on the other day, swayed around to some Patsy and collected myself.
So I decided to shoot it and get to work. I might not have a 9-5 to clock into, but I’ve got my blog.
And a dress with something to say.
And you know what? You can wear it however many times you want. However many ways you want. To whatever you want. So yes, buy that dress. Your wallet might not be so happy with you, but I think it will make you feel better when you’re down. Like emergency chocolate. But it doesn’t melt or contain fatty whatevers. This Misa Los Angeles dress is my emergency chocolate right now.
It hangs perfectly and I love its sheer aspect. You can wear it off-the-shoulder or not – you live your life. And you know what? It’s perfectly cropped for this tiny elephant. I always give major snaps when you don’t have to get something hemmed. When you wear it, you just want to swish around and see the skirt move. Sign me up for a dress with texture.
Sign me up for a dress with a statement.
Sign you up for the next dress you won’t regret.
Shop The Outfit:
Dress: Misa Los Angeles
Shoes: Restricted Shoes