That’s a Wrap!

Since Chris has started his new job before we have moved closer to his company, he has been working some crazy commuting hours.   He leaves the house at 5:45 AM every day and doesn’t get home until almost 7:00.   The good news is that he only has to do this killer commute until July 1, and then his commute time (and gas mileage!!) is cut almost in half because we’ll live so much closer.   For now though, this means that I have the house to myself in the mornings.

Now, we all know what a morning person I am, but turns out that getting dressed in the mornings can be not so great when you really need that extra pair of hands.   For example, I haven’t been able to wear one of my favorite bracelets because Chris isn’t there for me to wake up and make him hook it for me.   One morning last week though was particularly difficult.

As an adult, I have never been a huge fan of the wrap dress.   I was, however, a huge fan when I was a kid.   But back then, they were those faux wraps – I think they were called “skorts.”   You know what I’m talking about – those wrap around skirts or dresses that actually had the shorts built into them.   You know you owned a few pair of those babies…   Pair those with some sweat bands and a side ponytail and – MAN! – could you turn some heads!

As an adult, though, I’ve come to the sad realization that skorts apparently are frowned upon in the professional career place, as well as by my friend Ann Taylor.   So, I have just begun to venture into the adult wrap dress world.   Boy, its a scary place.   There’s nothing underneath the wrap!   Nothing!   How risque!   Its     just you and one loooong piece of fabric.   It just feels so…so…edgy!   One good gust o’ wind and…well, we’ll stop there.

Another sad realization is that these wrap dresses do not come with instructions.   This forced me on a Wednesday morning last week to break down into tears as I got myself so wrapped up in my wrap dress that I couldn’t get out of it.   I had both arms in the armholes (which one would think would be the first step, but one would be a fashionless twit, apparently, to make that assumption…).   But then I had these two LARGE pieces of fabric and one tiny sting to wrap it all up in.   By the time I got it into something that at least resembled a piece of clothing, I looked like one of those Christmas presents wrapped (by a blind 2 year old) in comic paper.

And to top it all off, there was no one there to laugh with and/or cut me out of it.   Chris was long gone by that point, and I was left standing in my bedroom, wrapped up in the Death Trap From Hell, wondering how I was going to get myself out of this dress in time to change into normal clothes and make it to work.   In the end, I wiggled out of it in true Houdini fashion and immediately jumped into the faithful fall back outfit:   khaki skirt and white shirt.

Sometimes its hell being part of a couple when you’re choosing things like paint samples and living room furniture.   But then there are those moments when you realize that you might actually need him more than you think you do…