A few weeks ago, after viewing a highly educational episode of What Not to Wear, Chloe kindly warned me: "No mini skirts after 35, okay?"
Ironically, when I turn 35, Chloe will be 16, and I'm guessing the tables will be turned & I'll be making a similar threat.
At this point, Chloe's words are hilarious, seeing as how I haven't really been seen in anything but frumpiness for months. So when Kevin and I planned a Valentine's date night, I dragged myself to Target to try on some maternity clothes. Fail, fail, fail.
It may seem ridiculous, but being a small person presents serious shopping problems. When I say nothing fits, I mean NOTHING FITS. Right before I got pregnant I actually had to buy a GIRLS size 12 skinny jeans from Old Navy. My pants have the same adjustable waistband as my kids. Awesome. And they don't fit correctly because 12-year-olds don't have child-bearing hips. Three months later, I can't slide them past my thighs.
So maternity clothes don't fit. My regular clothes don't either. I found this non-maternity dress that seemed like it may work, so I tried it on.
Totally over the dressing room, I bought it. (I'm not quite 35 after all.)
But it really was too mini.
So I pieced together a bunch of scraps in my favorite prints, ruffled up the strip, and added it to the dress.