Clover Canyon dress, Sam Edelman shoes, Ray-Ban sunglasses
When we first got married, we always tried to make every Friday night a "date night" so that we could hold on to our youth a bit, and so I can feel less like a hag and he can feel less like a fenced-in horse. We would attempt to put on some decent human looking clothes and go have dinner and a movie. Sometimes, if we were feeling particularly frisky, we would even stop off for ONE drink. However, soon date nights turned into "date nights where we wear sweats out" because that was ok, which then turned into "date nights cooking at home", which lead to "date nights at home in our jammies" which subsequently ended with "date nights at home in our matching men's robes watching bad tv as he reads fantasy novels". I know, it hurt me as much writing that sentence as it did you for reading it. So, that is the state of our union and I'll admit it's a happy one. But recently, I've come to realize that like every other old person out there, it isn't that I am incapable of going out and being normal; I just have to do it at the right time--old person time.
So now, I just reset our "date nights" and instead we have "date lunches" or "date brunches" or "date coffees" or "date happy hour". You get the point. All the dates just have to be before 7:30 pm, which in our household is known as wind down time. Then we can feel good that we went out and acted young and we can still have our guilty pleasure of acting old. See, as is with everything in life, it all comes down to timing.
(I wore the above Clover Canyon silk dress on our date lunch today and it was perfect. Casual and chic, very comfortable and it looks like a silk canvas. The back of the dress gives the illusion that there are wings sprouted out of your back! So much love for Clover Canyon.)
Melinda Maria, Maison Martin Margiela, Cartier, Baublebar and Anarchy Street rings
