i'm told that i was very loyal to dresses in my early youth. floor-length "granny dresses" are my mom's exact words. at some point i moved on and eventually became the denim enthusiast that i am today. without missing a beat, i would respond, "jeans," if posed the question "if you were on a deserted island and could have just one thing to wear, what would it be?" but no one is asking and i'm not on that secluded isle so setting aside how i feel in pants and taking a moment to reflect on how i look in them, i think i may have been on to something in my single-digit years.
though i'm not saying it's all been down-hill since, i would like to recapture some of my early enthusiasm for dresses, shedding some of the stigma i may have attached to them either as too immature or too femmy. the truth is, time has altered my shape a bit and frankly, dresses hide everything. okay, “hide” isn’t the right word, otherwise this post would be about mumus (and it’s not! but quick fashion aside, how freaky are the similarities between this and this?).
dresses are just more flattering on me. is it too big a risk to make something i’ve avoided a mainstay in my new wardrobe?
what would you be curious to revisit from your fashion past?