Euro Chic/Day 19
Since the stomach flu has now made it’s way to my daughter, I probably won’t be wearing anything vaguely fancy for at least twenty-four hours. This practicality certainly doesn’t apply to Emerson though, as illness never stops her from looking fabulous. I remember when she was three and had a very high fever she insisted on putting on a taffeta dress up ball gown before climbing back into bed with a happy sigh and saying, “That’s better.”
Fortunately, I have banked a few Euro chic pictures that I can use in my posts for occasions just like this.
I haven’t actually worn this outfit in public yet – I’ve just worn it so far for this picture. And why? Plain and simple. I have a dress and skirt phobia. Well, maybe phobia is a strong word – I’m not afraid of being attacked by a dress as I take a nature walk or anything. And I certainly don’t think I will be slowly poisoned by one of my skirts. No, it’s more like a general malaise washes over me when I think of putting on a dress or a skirt. There are just too many decisions. What will I wear with it? Tights or stockings? And assuming I can find tights or stockings in my drawer, what color tights or stockings? What shoes? Oh God, does it need a belt? Wait, what length coat do I wear with it? The only length coat I have that matches the length of the dress is a raincoat. Does it look like it might rain today?
And if by some miracle, I actually assemble the outfit, I then have to venture out into the world in it and walk around like it’s not TOTALLY STRANGE THAT I’M IN A DRESS. And it’s not like Euro Chic dresses and skirts are exactly casual-blend-in-with-the-crowd-clothes. In “The Lucky Guide to Mastering any Style“, here are the dresses and skirts they chose as “Essential Pieces.”
Gee, which one of these should I wear to the feed store?
Oh, these might work well at the park, but I think I will need a full body sausage casing to fit into the knit dress in the middle.
And I wouldn’t worry about getting these skirts dirty at all within the first three seconds of putting them on.
Don’t get me wrong, I think these dresses and skirts are totally beautiful. Maybe I’m just using the fact that these clothes aren’t really practical in my life to hide the fact that I am actually afraid to wear them. I’m afraid to put myself out there like that. Afraid of the attention I might receive…
Maybe, the truth is, I’d rather be attacked by a dress than have to wear one…
Am I the only one that feels like this?
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