Just had to say it. I've had this shirt/dress since at least 2006. It's my go-to dress shirt/dress when I have nothing else. And here lately, that's been quite a few times. Since Henry was born, I can't fit into pretty much anything, except this shirt. THIS SHIRT.
I was looking through pictures the other day, and realized I've worn this thing at pretty much every family gathering and party since 2006. No joke. I think I've branded myself in it.
I loathe thinking about wearing it, but I find myself putting it on at least once a week, just 'cause I have nothing else. Time for shopping? I think yes.
The most craptastic part, you ask? I still got compliments on the dang thing. Which in turn makes me feel guilty for hating it so much.
One last time: I HATE YOU, DARK BLUEISH SHIRT DRESS.
