At the end of 2013, I made a New Year's resolution not to acquire any new clothes (with a few important exceptions). While I keep my word faithfully and hold promises in high regard, I broke this resolution in April and feel absolutely no remorse.
Allow me to introduce Greta:
A friend invited me on a thrifting excursion and I said yes -- "for the social outing" -- which I *knew* was a tricky, tempting situation to put myself in. I did well, SO well, trying things on for fun and playing with how things looked on my body with no expectation for purchase...basically, dress-up with a good friend. Of course, I had to go and grab this at the end of the day; the folksy navy-and-white pattern (totally me!) caught my eye; when I touched it the airy, silky cotton, I knew I had to try it on. And when I tried it on...
Okay, it took a little work -- repositioning straps, shortening the hem -- but the fit is spot-on and look at the twirl factor! Plus, it even has a built-in bra. (Not enough to go jogging in or anything, but adequate for a wedding reception dance party in a non-Lindy crowd.) The mister approves of the, um, torso fittage, and I feel both utterly lascivious and totally girl-next-door. If my hair were long enough, I'd put it in milkmaid braids...and then model for pinups. (Again. I was Miss July, once upon a time.) Hence, Greta -- mostly sweetness and simplicity, with a touch of va-va-voom.
(Lest Joan and Greta make you think otherwise -- no, I don't name all my dresses. Only certain ones, that are really worth it. Besides, they really name themselves.)
Hair disheveled post-spin, sidelong glances and oh-so-pleased-with-myself grin...do I look even remotely sorry? Yeah, I'm totally not. And I am perfectly okay with that. Consider that resolution well and truly broken, with pleasure.
Go to Deanna's and play along with the fun!