An Outfit of the Day that features lacy undergarments, oh my! I am not voyeuristic generally, but this is one of those exceptions. I think a lacy bandeau works well with this particular dress, to take it from "zzzz" to "sizzling hot". The dress itself is has a drapeyness I don't normally prefer, because I think that often veers into frumpville, but the plunging neckline keeps it from going there. And I think there are SOME times that you can get away with being just a little bit... flashy. Since the rest of the dress is conservative, I think it works.
This is a dress I bought in Prague. It's silk, really light, and feels like I'm wearing nothing. It's Armani but I got a good price on it because the US dollar goes really far in the Czech Republic. I definitely binged on the luxury goods there, especially since I was also able to get a tax refund on top of it.
I paired it with leggings (Fabletics) because it was cold, and my ankle boots (Hush Puppies) because it was also raining that day and they are water proof (I treat and seal all my leather shoes).
I can't believe I used to avoid the color red. Clearly it suits me like a thing that suits a thing well (I am way too tired for similes right now, it seems). Part of it is that I was raised in a religion where everything I wore was criticized, even the colors of my clothes. Yes, colors themselves were considered "immodest". Nevermind that those colors exist in nature, the nature they believe their god created. Wearing red or any other bold color was "drawing undue attention to myself" and therefore immodest. In addition to being shamed for wearing fitted clothing, I was forced to wearing the most drab, boring, funereal colors you can imagine.
But all angry tangents aside, I look amazing in red. And I've never been the type of person to let someone else tell me who or what I am supposed to be. I've obviously had a tough year, but at the end of the day, I know I'm brilliant, talented, and beautiful in the ways that count. I am not weak and submissive and exist merely as some sort of dumb, docile, assistant or fuck toy. It's not 1950. I am allowed to use my gifts and talents. And it just so happens that I can beat men at their own game, and do it in 4 inch heels and a red dress. The weaker sex, my ass! I am not less than a man simply because of gender. My brain is not wired differently because of my gender. I am not "illogical" or "not as smart" or "too emotional" just because a bunch of elderly men running a church say so. I will not be forced into a mold that tells me that who I am naturally is somehow wrong and needs to be mitigated and snuffed out. Take it up with your god then, and ask why he made women with brains if we're not supposed to use them. Go ahead and pray about it and see if you ever get an answer. I'd say "I'll wait" but that's a lie because I have better things to do with my time and you can't afford my hourly wage anyway. Smooches! (This post was cathartic in so many ways)
It's International Women's Day, and red is color of the movement. It wasn't the "nice" women, or the "good" girls that paved the way for us to have the rights we do today. If our mothers, grandmothers, great grandmothers had done what they were told, been obedient and submissive, and remained subordinate to asshole men, it would be like Afghanistan over here. Thank the belligerent, defiant women like me that makes sure your husband can't just beat you because you're legally just his chattel. That allows you to divorce if he is abusive, or a meth addict, or banging his secretary. That allows you to get a job besides secretary or some sort of assistant. That allows you go to college, the same ones as men, to learn the same things. That allows you to have access to birth control so you're not a mere brood mare and can actually choose how many kids you have, if any. That even allows you to pick your own husband in the first place instead of being traded by your father for goats. That lets you live like you're also an equal human being. It was the badass rebellious women of the past that kicked down doors for me so that being an engineer was even an option. I take none of it for granted. And I will do the same for my own daughters. And for yours. I don't consider any of the labels or misogynist criticism that come with it as negative; it simply validates that I am right and there are still more doors to kick down and man-made barriers to break.