muumuu or maxi?

I know what you're thinking. "Oh, honey, no. You did not go out like that." You're right. I didn't. This was a work from home day, so I was stuck in the house typing and dressed up only for myself. I did not go anywhere that I might be seen in it.

But I wanted to.

dress: my grandmother's

belt: Forever21

sandals: Nine West

bangles: gift

sunglasses: Windsor

I often want to wear things that are maybe a little too eccentric for daily life. So much that I might as well start a feature titled "Wish I Could Wear It," full of weird costume pieces and other questionable bits that I'm not entirely sure I can pull off. (Half my belongings could fit into this category.) This one comes from my late grandmother's closet. It is polyester, sloppily altered, has a too-big-for-me floral pattern, and I love it.

Granny's wardrobe usually included head-to-toe black, nightgowns as house dresses, and a whole bunch of costume jewelry. I saw her in this particular gown all the time when I was little, but there were several others I'd also recognize instantly (my sister has two of them.) The sudden impact of sense and place and memory colliding when I put it on was a little unsettling. And a little sad.

And a little wonderful.

I feel weird having this hang in my closet, unused.