I never, ever expected the maxi dress to come back. Never. Ever.
Yet, here they are again, and I'm falling for them. Maxi Dresses.
The last time I wore a maxi -- or rather, the last time they were called that -- was when I was in junior high school, right? It's been eons ago, hasn't it? I'm short, so when I buy longish dresses, quite often they hit me just above the ankle when they're probably supposed to hit somewhere lots higher. I think long flowing dresses like this are so romantic. Just what a romance author ought to wear to a summer booksigning, huh?
Well, heavy sigh, the bucks simply are not here for me to buy one of these gorgeous dresses. The only thing that makes it okay is that if I put one of them on, they'd probably be so long I'd have to lop off six or eight inches at the hem.
Okay then, tonight is the thingie at Kingfish in Jeffersonville. Sheryl Brennan and I will meet there, set our beloved books on a table, and see if anyone's interested. We're curtailing our trips to Girls Night Out, and will only attend on the last Tuesday of each month. At least, for now that's the plan.
If Sheryl shows up in a pretty chiffon maxi dress, I'm gonna be so jealous. But don't tell her, okay? I'll try to be very grown up about it. Oh, I just realized--Sheryl is too young to remember the first time maxis were in fashion. Now I'm really depressed.