Independence Outfit

It is the 4th of July...and there are so many things that others have aptly written about the sacrifices made for our freedoms, what it means to be free, how we ought to continue to fight for freedom, etc. I usually don't even post on holidays to save myself the obligation of saying anything deep that is holiday related...but I happened to have the following thought today, and it happens to be a holiday, and it is still NOT a deep thought, and I am posting it anyway.

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This morning we talked about attending the city parade, so I threw on my best patriotic-but-not-cheesy attire. A white skirt and a red tee.

Every time I put on this particular outfit I am reminded of my second non-date with Andrew (he was sneaky...I was never willing to date the guy and somehow we were engaged 2 months later). Of course, even though we weren't dating, I still wanted to look cute. The fact of the matter - perhaps, obviously - is that I did like him. I remember being quite self-conscious at dinner, as the outfit seemed a bit racy to my usually very modest sentiments. I suppose it accented my then-22-year-old figure.

As I wear it now during the summer, I am still aware that it reveals more than February's attire...but I think that is because it is summer. If I dressed like February...I would over-heat and turn into monster mom/wife/friend (I don't do well with heat). What I have noticed is that I feel far less racy in it now. Perhaps because it accentuates my now-27-year-old, I've-had-two-children-by-cesarean-section figure. I think the fact of the matter is that 22-year-olds are racy, mother's are not. Not to say mothers aren't sexy in their own right and perhaps even in a fuller sense of the word and in a richer demonstration of womanhood...they just cease to be racy.

I suppose it is an independence of sorts!