I can resist anything but temptation

Ok seriously, the dress was talking to me. You don't walk away from talking dresses. Bad things happen when you do that. I could tell you what exactly happens but then the potty monster might get me.

But seriously, this dress was for me. I mean, I'm taking pictures of myself in a dressing room. Even *I* don't do things like that. Well, I guess I do now, but I don't normally. This is what certain clothing drives me to do.

Now, the other sale dress I bought was for everyone else. Now, that might sound weird but think about it...there are the things we do for ourselves and the things we do for others. It can be in terms of time or money or work, doesn't matter. Everyone has a different button.

I've noticed with the clothes I wear, some of it is for me and some is definitely for others. I never really saw the distinction until recently.

I can walk out of the house feeling like a million bucks because I'm wearing something that makes me happy. You might not completely understand my Imitation of Christ sweatshirt but holy crap does it make me happy. I've had people look at it and go, huh, ok. Doesn't matter to me, I freakin' love it.

Ok, here's an example that might make more sense. Two baby showers, two very different audiences...one young, one not so young. For the first one, I wore something that made me happy, for the second, I wore something that I knew would go over well. Here's how it played out.

"Young" Shower: I bought this adorable Free People dress/long shirt. Its fun and plaid and green and low cut and just happy. I wore that with a pair of denim capris and fabulous brown heels. Not one compliment, nothing. I mean, that's ok. I love it; it makes me happy so I really didn't care. But the shirt was just so happy...I was a little sad no one else saw the happiness I saw.

"Adult" Shower: There's the blue Three Dot dress I bought. Its fine...kinda boring for my taste...navy blue, to the knee, low cut, fitted, 3/4 length sleeve. I wore it with a fitted tank under so my cleavage didn't attack the attendees of this shower. You would have thought I was a Princess in that dress. I got more compliments than I knew what to do with. I was the picture of demure beauty everyone wanted me to be. There wasn't anything wrong with the dress...its quite nice...but I bought it for work, for ease of wear, not because I LOVED the style. But everyone else LOVED it, loved me in it; it was flattering and nice...that's dress for everyone else.

Its been years since I've seen people that pleased with what I've worn. It was a little weird. I mean, I'm a girl so I'd be lying if I said I didn't appreciate the compliments. But it was just so odd because the dress wasn't me and yet that's what everyone else liked.

Now before you get all judgey on me, think about what you wear around the house or on the weekends...comfy boxers, an old t-shirt, jeans, whatever. Then think about what you wear to work or to dinner with grandma or that first date. It reflects all different sides of you. Think about how much time you give the start of a relationship, how you hardly think about staying up all night and then think about it 3 months later and how tired you are. Apply it to whatever, but think about it, it makes sense.

I don't think people will love this dress...but holy crap does it make me happy.