M is for Mature

When I was pregnant with Macy, I had to put away a lot of my clothes.  I hadn't had a chance to go back through them until recently.  What I found was a little... discouraging?  Maybe that's not the word.  It did lead to cleansing, though--one that was much-needed.

As I sorted through my denim mini skirts and spaghetti-strap tops, I just kept thinking, "Wow, I am way too old to be wearing this crap."  I don't feel that old.  Some of them were too small, but I mostly just felt like I am just too....something to wear that kind of stuff anymore.  I guess the only word I can use to describe that feeling is "mature."  I'm not too old or too fat... I'm too mature to dress like I did when I was 22.  So, I broke down and bought some new clothes.

And I discovered was that there are clothes that look good on me--despite the fact that I think I could stand to lose another 20 pounds.  However, none of those clothes are located in the juniors department.  They aren't modified by the words "low rise."  I think I have been shopping for the wrong clothes for years.  This is one of the dresses I bought.

Age appropriate, right?  Professional, even.  I have actually bought 5 dresses over the last few weeks, and I plan to continue expanding my wardrobe.  Who knew all it took was shopping in the women's department instead of the girls'?