I'm going through a phase right now where I've decided to only wear dresses. This naturally involves some initial expenditure and a lot of dress shopping, but I've got a list of good, practical reasons that dresses are better and have been making my case to Mr. Ashley (who likes the dresses, just not the cost).
I got a cute new dress to wear to my birthday celebration and was finishing my make up when Big Kid approached the bathroom door and gasped.
"What?" I asked, applying mascara.
"Oh my...I can't even believe it."
"Your dress! Mom, you look so beautiful dat it makes me feel like I'm gonna cry!"
I lowered the mascara wand to look at him and laugh at his tendency for drama and HE HAD REAL TEARS IN HIS EYES. That he was quickly wiping away with the back of his hand while giving me a sheepish grin.
I've never, ever felt prettier in my whole life.