I've been on a dress-buying kick for the last month or so. I'm not sure if it was wardrobe fatigue from the five (or so) sets of T-shirts-and-comfy-pants I was stuck with for seven weeks in Vietnam or just a sporadic onset of girliness, but dresses have never looked so attractive.
And by dresses, I mean dresses that would look as apropos for weekend brunch, as they would for a weekday client meeting or dinner at Marmalade Pantry. I don't want dresses that I could wear only to a wedding, or at night, or to the beach. I'm still trying not to gratuitously accumulate stuff, and the only reason I let myself buy clothes again is because I cleared out a whole heap after moving house (and I'm not trying to replace the entire heap either).
Last week I bought a dress, with ampulets' advice and assistance. Yesterday I wore it because I was going to a chi-chi exhibition opening at the National Museum in the evening (as the Great Recession gets underway, there's no better escapism than gawking at Christian Lacroix's suitably over-the-top stage costumes).
Today I wore a dress again because I thought I'd better look presentable at a client event just in case. "Just in case" turned out to be a good rule of thumb: At the event I met into an ex-student (now a teacher), as well as the boss of the organisation hosting the event. And in town afterwards, I ran into a guy friend whom, shall we say, I'm interested in looking good in front of.
(Yes, I'm aware of the garbled grammar in the last sentence. But I'm leaving it.)
I don't think I'll be wearing dresses this weekend because I plan on lying on the couch a lot, even though I have to do work. We'll see what occasions next week brings.