I bought a little black dress as one of my Twenty. Of course. Isn’t this supposed to be the staple of a woman’s closet? For the umpteenth time, I put it on this morning only to take it off and change into something else. I can count on one hand the number of times I have worn it. So here are some lessons I have learned from my little black dress that hangs in my closet.
1) If you are not a “little black dress” kind of person who lives in a “little black dress” kind of world, you should not own a little black dress no matter how many times you hear about it on a morning show or see a portion of a magazine devoted to it. Some people are not little black dress kinds of people. I think I may be one of them. The best use I have gotten out of it all year was when I wore it as part of a Halloween costume.
2) The wrong little black dress destroys the good of the little black dress. The one I bought seemed to fit perfectly and was exactly what I wanted. It was simple, sleek, and sophisticated. Little did I know it would shrink into a shirt after one (hand) washing. Perhaps I should keep it for my future life as a go-go dancer.
3) If you are a “little black dress” kind of person, please, spend the money on the one that really works for you. I thought the one I bought worked for me. I really did, but it is amazing what we can’t see when our eyes are blinded by a 50% off price tag and a mom that says “I would love to buy you that dress!”
This little black stress experience stirs some shame in me. I wish I could have chosen better. I wish I had said “thanks mom, I am so grateful you want to buy me this dress, but I don’t think it would be the best purchase.” Uggg. I wish I could see this stuff on the front end!