I have a confession to make…I have an addiction.
It’s not to drugs. Or alcohol. Or food. Or even the wrong type of man… (actually, let’s come back to this one at another time.)
It’s not deadly. Or debilitating. Or harmful. Or even unhealthy.
It’s just pretty. Darn pretty.
Yes, I am addicted to pretty dresses and I don’t care who knows it!
Hello, my name is Tracy, and I am a dress-aholic.
I absolutely love pretty dresses and have way more than I need. I’m not entirely sure when this obsession first started. Believe it or not, I wasn’t really considered a girly-girl growing up. And I’ve certainly never been thought of as a fashionista or trendsetter. But, as I’ve matured in age, both my taste and style have matured as well.
I think this is the one area where I truly do envy the Real Housewives. They always have a chic party to go to and a new outfit to show off. Sure, sometimes the ensemble is a casualty in a cat fight or gets ruined by an extra-large red wine stain, but that’s a price they are willing to pay, and most Housewives can afford it.
For me, one downfall with pretty dresses – at least the ones I like – they are not cheap! Another downfall – and this one is fairly significant – you need to have a place to wear them.
I have places to go throughout the year that allow me to get dolled up. However, I am now at the point where my pretty dresses far outnumber the elegant soirees. And god forbid I wear something twice! (The horror! The horror!) So, when faced with the choice of limiting my dress collection, (and easing my limited budget), or finding more stuffy, formal events to go to, I’m obviously going to pick the latter. And hence…my growing addiction.
