I have a life long fondness of A line dresses. And an extra crush on the slightly oversized one.
This dress from Victoria Beckham’s latest SS14 collection is the perfect illustration of my ideal dress (I diiiiiieeeee!).
I like its simple cut.
I like its timeless style.
I like its forgivingness.
(I like its comfy-nes as well but shuuuuttttt).
Recently though I had an “incident” that seriously rocked that special love story…
It was triggered by one of my usual chats with The Little Man’s nanny.
As she was
updating gossiping about the latest nursery news, she said “you want to know something funny they told me about you at the nursery?”
I really should have known better and anticipated that whatever was going to follow this question will probably NOT be something “funny” in the strict definition of the word.
So I opened the pandora box by saying “of course tell me!”, irreversibly letting out whatever (probably not very good) “insight” this was going to bring.
She replied “well, the head teacher asked me if you were pregnant!”
Desperately trying to be stoic and definitely NOT pregnant, I replied “why would she think that?”, hoping that the question had more to do with what looks like everybody’s annoying obsession with all-30somethings-families-must-have-the-mandatory-2-kids-under-4yearsold-or-not-be-considered-as-socially-acceptable than any physical clues (read bulging tummy…not cool!).
She said “it must be your dresses”.
She had a point.
One of the things I forgot to mention about my beloved oversized-loose-shaped dresses is the fact that
everybody lots of people seem to think you can only choose to wear them to hide something.
As if every woman should feel compelled to squeeze her body in some bandage high definition dress IF her body was worth it.
As if every woman should love to be bundled tight in 3 layers of Spanx (don’t laugh, even Gwyneth did it!) to sooth any sight of cellulite under some second skin dresses.
As if every woman should be the 24/7 embodiment of men’s fantasies (oh come on boys, we can actually SEE the way you look at Sofia Vergara spilling out of her mermaid dresses!)
But you know what, I champion my and every woman’s right to wear anything we fancy – be it skin tight or over sized. Without actually having an agenda or a reason justifying a specific sartorial choice (this excludes fat days of course when every trick is allowed to make us feel better!).
Now this is all good and nice (I say very modestly) BUT I am only human (so subject from time to time to social pressure) and feel like I have to prove to the
world nursery staff that my oversized dresses are a choice, not a necessity.
So here I am Friday afternoon, racing back home to change from my yes you guessed it oversized gorgeous blue COS dress to squeeze myself into my tightest Helmut Lang maxi skirt and white tank top.
A bit extreme for a nursery run for sure but I was luckily that day on a “thin-day” and I thought I might as well make that point loud and clear by leaving very little to the imagination in the tummy department and prove once and for all I have NOTHING to hide.
Obviously I had to hold my breath for the whole time.
Which is a challenge when you are trying to cajole a toddler into leaving his nursery pals without any extreme drama.
Apparently sometimes you have to choose your battles (which I hate in general, not being a compromising affectionado) and I have chosen to fight this one.
And as shallow and challenging as it was in the breathing department, I made my point and it was soooo worth it
What about you? Love or hate over sized dresses?