typesetjez:

Let me tell you about my dresses. I love my dresses. They make me feel simultaneously beautiful and powerful. I can be professional and flirty and laid-back all at the same time. With the right dress, I can do anything.

This morning I received some really terrible news that is just piled on top of a mountain of responsibilities that are all due very soon, and some things that will affect my life for at least the next two years, and a few that will change everything. I was ready to spend the entire day in bed, wearing my pajamas, watching Vikings. But I decided to take a shower. When I got out of the shower, I was going to change into my pajamas, but I put on a dress instead. My Little Black Dress. the one that is lightweight in the summer, warm in the winter. The one that fits me perfectly. The one that is casual and date-worthy and office approved. Every dress-wearing girl deserves a dress like this.

I couldn’t wear this dress back to bed. So I moved out to the table in the kitchen, made lunch, watched Vikings, then I applied for a few jobs. I finally found a way to email my professors to ask for recommendation letters in a way that will make them want to write them. I finished the FAFSA. I made a Big Decision based on research and economics. I started my applications to grad school. I crossed off about half of my massive to-do list in a single sitting.

If I had left on my pajamas, I’d still be in bed, stinky and unproductive. But I put on a dress. I think I read too far into all of this, because I may still have done these things even in my pajamas, but the truth of it is that I just needed something to keep me out of bed today and for me, that’s usually a dress.

Mostly though, I just miss my dresses and can’t wait for Spring to get here.