


I have a sickness, and it’s one that I imagine many of you share. I can’t stop shopping for clothes.
For some it’s handbags that feed your frenzy, for others maybe shoes. For me it’s dresses. Specifically, dresses I do not need.
Case in point: Today I happened to wander into one of my favorite stores (in my defense, I had a gift card). There I found a dress -- cute shape, cute color, on sale, work-appropriate but also casual enough for weekends, last one in my size. (Editor’s note: S, if you’re reading this, the lawn needs to be mowed urgently. Please stop reading now). Of course I bought it.
Here’s the kicker: I have one almost exactly like it at home. Worn once. And I have two other brand new dresses that I haven’t even taken out of the bag.
The worst part is, I almost never wear dresses. My legs are one of my least favorite body parts -- pale, mosquito-bitten, often stubbly creatures I’d rather just keep hidden under pants. But the allure of dresses is just too tempting. I like the idea that I can just throw something on and be done, no matching required. Plus, I enjoy the fantasy that I have a dress ready for any occasion. Wedding in the Hamptons? Check. Last-minute cruise to Mexico? Check. Wild weekend in Vegas? I got it covered.
True, my lifestyle is not such that any of these things ever happen. With a toddler in the house, there’s no last-minute anything going on. And I wouldn’t change it for a thing. But I like knowing that the life I could have lived is right there in my closet, waiting for me.
Pass the self-tanner.