Of course, I woke up today with a terrible, terrible cold.
Today is the worst day to begin my adventure in bringing back the pretty. Today, I don't feel like wearing a dress. I don't feel like wearing anything other than my blankets and a hot water bottle. Today I would like to call in sick. Today, I would like to call in No. I wonder how much of my cold is a cold and how much of it is my utter lack of motivation to crawl out of bed and pick out a frilly frock. No, it's definitely a cold. It could even be classified as a man-cold. The worst of the worst.
But, promises are promises and so I decided the next best thing to do was to take the dramatics to the next level and dress in the fanciest, poofiest dress I have, put on some red lipstick and lay in bed for the entire day. If I had to be uncomfortable in a dress on a day that I don't want to wear one, I was going to do it my way.
It lasted all of ten minutes before Frankie got hungry and Charlie fell off the couch.
So with a sigh I poured a mug of tea, ran a brush through my hair and picked another, perhaps more suitable dress for a day like today. I bought it a year ago and I've never worn it. It's cute and soft and I may feel like shit on the inside, but I could almost pass for put together on the outside. That's a win to me.
Day One. A burgundy dress from Free People that is actually really cozy and has possibly encouraged me to leave the house, even with a terrible cold and the desire to stay under my blankets the whole day.
