A Dress

I need a dress.

Now I never wear dresses anymore. Up here in New Hampshire I find my general mode of dress to be jeans and either turtlenecks in the winter and t-shirts in the summer. Occasionally I’m forced to wear a skirt and then it is a jean skirt.

I’m simply a casual sort of girl. I mean, why buy a fancy dress when you are going to have four dogs jump all over it? Jeans work fine for me.

However, we’re going to an event and I need a dress. Now I enjoy shopping for dresses about as much as I enjoy shopping for dress pants, bathing suits or shorts. It’s just not on my top ten list of “fun” things to do, but do it I must.

I wonder what sort of style I should go for. Quiet and conservative? That’s what I usually go for and then I’m not happy with the end result. Perhaps I should try something a little bold and daring. Show a little cleavage!

I can see it now. Me and Hubby on the dance floor in my new dress dancing the night away.

Hmmmmm. Maybe getting a new dress could be a good thing.