it's tuesday morning. i'm at work. i've just realized the
dress i'm wearing doesn't pass the fingertip test.
by which i mean (my god, i'm saying "by which i
mean" a hell of a lot these days), it doesn't even come close. it's second
knuckle... at best.
i don't know that there's a male equivalent for this- the
extraordinary phenomenon wherein one can look downright chaste in the mirror at
home only to arrive at work dressed in an outfit better suited to a night in
the clubs or a day spent working the streets.
jmills told me i can't wear mini-dresses past the age of
35, so i've recently taken to them with the fervor of the condemned woman. it's
possible i've outdone myself here.
because this dress is almost too short. i've wondered if
there can ever be such a thing, but the reality that i've got to deliberately
pull the hem and tuck it under my ass every time i sit down may be an indicator
that i've limits.
three times now i've wondered
about this dress... is it maybe a top?
2 comments:
HAA!!! I love this.
It's not my rule. It's straight from the mouths of the What not to wear team. I just happen to agree. but then again, maybe I'll feel differently at 35.
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