Simply enough, I find getting dressed in the morning easier. A dress is a one-piece item, no need to determine a top and bottom that match and the comfort level. The comfort level is set. A dress is a dress, and I rate it as one of the most comfortable items to wear. Even above yoga pants, which I used to dearly love. For a skirt, a basic top is all you need. A spritz or two of jewelry and voila, you’re set. No more shimmying the pants up constantly during the day as you chase the kids around. You flow with the flow.
I feel more up for things. By the afternoon, I used to be feeling messy and uhhh (apathetic really) about it all. There’s something about a dress that makes you feel like one more outing or calling a friend to come over is in the cards. What used to stop me was the fact that I’d need to get ready and when energy was at a 5% battery life, I couldn’t find the gusto to do it. Now, the dress is on, I feel as put together as I’m going to get at 4 p.m. on a Thursday afternoon, so why the heck not!
It’s seeped excellence into other areas of life. Elevating my dress and wardrobe has naturally rubbed off onto other areas of life. The word excellence just keeps coming to mind. It’s one I’ve been pondering frequently. Why don’t we try our best to conduct ourselves with excellence in all areas of life? It’s like the dress sets this intention for the day—the words I speak, the songs I choose to listen to, how I run our house, the state I keep the van, meals cooked. Excellence feels good, it just does. It feels like you’re stewarding what you’ve been given and saying thank you for it by caring for it well.
I feel softer. The fabric, yes, but also softer overall. I can’t explain this with science, but when you have a dress on, it’s hard to raise your voice to your kids. It’s like Mary Poppins trying to be harsh. It just doesn’t work. You kind of just start feeling like a spoonful of medicine really does help the medicine go down. Your femininity feels welcomed, and you become softer but more creative with your approach. Instead of being rough with your discipline, like the roughness of jeans, you start to flow and loosen in an able-to-be-moved-by-the-Holy-Spirit kind of way, moment to moment. Also, speaking of the roughness of jeans, I don’t feel touched out by uncomfortable material alone by 11 a.m. No shimmying and muffin tops from constraint, and more go-with-the-flow, let-it-all-breathe.
breathing I feel more confident. I really do. There are some days I want nothing more than to throw on a big sweatshirt and stretchy pants, but when I put on the dress, next thing I know, I want to put on some lipstick, curl the front pieces of hair, and the dreariness I felt for the day disappears, just like the slumber that makes us want to stay in bed longer every morning. When you just get up when the alarm rings, next thing you know, you start moving your body and energy meets you there. I’ve found the same approach in what goes on my body.
Laundry has been a dream. Throw the dress in the washer, hang it up to dry, hang it in the closet. Repeat. It’s one item that covers the whole day. No joke, in this moment I have running shoes on with a dress because when I finish this post, I’m going to walk on the treadmill while my kids are playing outside. It’s like a dress sees me through from morning to night. I don’t know if someone could pay me $50 to put jeans on for a week. I’ve been completely sold on the dress lifestyle.
said dress with running shoes People hold doors open for you. I’m not even kidding. I’d like to conduct a study that compares the interactions with others when wearing a dress versus wearing yoga pants. I think there’s strange science here, and this science nerd would love to see the stats. Harvard, you listening?
I think sometimes people don’t know how to treat us when we’re walking around in our sleepwear. Like, do you want me to hold this door open for you, or are you sending the vibe to leave you alone, you’re not in the interacting mood? With all due respect, if I see a man dressed nicely for the day, I regard him as someone who woke up, showed up, and is ready for the day. If I see a man in sloppy clothes and hair, I assume he’d like to sit in a corner and be left alone. It goes both ways.
Shopping is really, really, really easy. Like really easy. Search: dress. That’s it. No romper, no overalls, no shorts, and “what size are you this year?” Just a dress that is SO FORGIVING to pregnancy, postpartum, and all the seasons in between. A medium dress could mean it’ll fit you for the next 20 years. Size 4 shorts mean they might just fit you until you’re past 14 weeks pregnant again. And then you’ll have to size up, and then you’ll have to buy maternity pants, and then you’ll have a closet full of clothes that overwhelm you because you don’t know what will fit once again or never again.
So there it is. I’m sure there’s much more to say on this topic, but this is a recap of the notices made in the last month or so. Jump on this train or don’t, but if you do I’d LOVE to hear the changes you may have noticed as well!
Until then, you can find me frolicking through my days because that’s what it all feels like now. A frolic.
Time to go “frolic” on the treadmill.
Maybe in 2027, it won’t be about getting your steps in, it’ll be about getting your frolic on.
Girls in dresses walking on the treadmill at the gym. Too far?
One can hope the future is bright, elevated, and has a touch more class!
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