Bringing Back Gatsy Era, One Seersucker Dress At A Time

Project Seersucker is in effect! My searches for the perfect seersucker dress for me turned up not so much. They were either really dowdy (to the ankles with big collars…wtf?) or way too deconstructed and modern (Nordstroms). I was wallowing in Brooks Brothers, trying to make myself like the seersucker dress they had (I didn’t), which was the closest to normal I could find, and swallow the ridiculous price (I just couldn’t). Thanks for the Target recommendation. It was brilliant! I found a really cute dress at a really, really reasonable price (forty dollars!) I bought two (in two sizes) and will have to return whichever one doesn’t fit well. It’s a spaghetti strapped with a boat-collar and A-line skirt. The skirt part will fit fine, since it is A line, but the bust is always an issue. I don’t want it too tight because porn-star cleavage is not appropriate at my nephew’s communion. I guess I need to dig out my strapless bra. When was the last time I did that? Nicole already has seersucker pants and jacket. So we are set!

Except for, what shoes does one wear with seersucker? All I have are black heels, flip flops and my ultra-comfy fuzzy lined Lands Ends shoes. And rain boots. Seriously, I have NO idea. And there is no way I am wearing white shoes. So what do I wear?

People all the time comment that Avery looks like Nicole. And she really does. I think Nicole has very defined, striking features, and Avery seems to have that same look about her, the lucky little monkey. She has distinctive eyebrows and eye color. Everything about Avery reminds me of Nicole; not a carbon copy but a really good knock-off. We were talking the other day about the girls’ Armenian heritage. They are 100 Armenian from the donor’s side and I said that they are 25 percent Armenian on Nicole’s side so that is 75 percent…until Nicole interrupted my thought process to point out they don’t biologically share her heritage. In my head, we created these babies together. Oh, right, that is not biologically possible. It is strange how the mind plays tricks on you.

Madeline is now becoming a Professional Stander, like Avery. She is a little wobbly and can’t stay up without holding on to something for more than maybe ten seconds but it is a step. I was thrilled and she was clearly nonplussed by my hysterically happy reactions whenever she stood on her own. She has also taken to crawling over to me when I am on the floor and nuzzling for about five seconds. She will just lay her head on my chest or neck and just smile and make happy noises. Avery, on the other had, came over to me yesterday and bit my belly button hard enough to leave a mark! Well, that’s not entirely fair: Avery always comes over to us when we are on the floor to stand near us and interact. She is such a little people person, which is a relief because at first it seemed like she did not like people at all.

I dragged myself to the gym again. In the end, it is worth it, because my energy throughout the day is much better. But it is so hard to get out of the cozy bed and get dressed in my workout clothes and walk through the deep dark and cold morning to the gym. And sometimes it seems so futile. I have seen the same gym-goers for years now at the two gyms I have been a member of in my neighborhood. A lot of people at my old gym go to my new gym. And for years now, they look exactly the same. No weight gain or loss at all. Well, maybe there is, but to the naked eye, they look exactly the same. So you have to wonder is it worth it? All this waking up early and going to work out? I know the answer is yes, because the energy I get throughout the day is important and we all know that every doctor, report and research paper says that we humans need at least a half hour of exercise a day. But still, when I am on the treadmill sometimes can’t help but to feel like it is a big metaphor.

Pictured above, the dress from Target! And pictured below, exercise equipment for toddlers. A bit young isn't it? Can you picture a three-year-old going 45 minutes on an exercise bike that goes nowhere? If this bike was for rehabilitation purposes of developmental purposes, I'd get it. But the catalog I saw it in was billing it as exercise equipment for toddlers. Next up, kindergartner marathoners.