Week 32 + 33

   Rules were made to be broken, right? That's what I'm telling myself because I'm continually plying, bending, or twisting them around. Sometimes I do give rules a proper breaking as well. One of my rules for this whole dress-blog-experiment was to wear a dress a week on a social excursion. On Week 29, I counted my nap in the sunshine in a dress as such an excursion because I included birds and squirrels as my social cohorts. Yep, I admit that was definitely a good 'bend'. 

    Then there was another very simple rule: Don't buy more dresses. Well, that rule went flying out the window and shattered into 66 pieces, not 59. 

    Finally, there was that other rule I made for myself which was: I have to write a new post every week with a new dress every week. During Week 6, slightly feverish and high from NyQuil, I fabricated a steamy tale involving a fictitious carpenter. As fun as that was (and as much as I wish that was real), that was definitely more than a bending of a rule; I would consider that a small fracture. This month, I have found it very difficult to follow this self-serving decree. Look at the above title! I titled this post Week 32 + 33; I totally cheated because I'm posting for two weeks-not one, and I barely wore any dresses. I admit it, I broke the rules! But I like my rules (even if I should rename them as guidelines).

    I like my guidelines! It's a bit of a shame that I let these last two weeks fly by without many dresses worn or words written. To be honest, I'm a little disappointed. But this wouldn't be a challenge if it came easily and that's really why I'm doing this whole thing anyway; I wanted a challenge. So, it's time for me to just get over it and move on. I'm going to try harder to follow my guidelines. And let's just call a spade a spade here: I'm going to try harder to not break the rules!  I think I'll make it up to myself by adding another amendment of sorts. Yes, I'm making another rule that I don't plan on bending, twisting or breaking. I want to step out of my comfort zone so here I go. This next rule is a doozy...at least for me.

     It's about time that I made this blog more juicy, eh? Not only do I need to spice up this blog, but I want to spice up my life and that means one thing: men. Yes, I need some more piquancy and zest in my world. Originally, part of my intent for wearing dresses and writing this blog was to get out and date more. However, I think I've only been on two dates this year so far...one of which was rather boring (let's just say he wasn't my shinning knight) and the other really didn't count as a real date (grey area). So, gosh darn it, it's time for me to stop acting so coy with the opposite sex . The worst case scenario is I get rejected or I go on some awful dates. The silver lining with any negative outcomes would be the great potential of entertaining blog material. Best case scenario would be me convincing some hot guy to fly away with me and to shave his beard because it would get too hot in Hawaii ( it's ok-it would grow back when we someday move back to Cali). 

  Here is my new rule, my rule #6: I have to ask a guy out on a date at least once a month. Since it's still August, that means I need to start now, this month. Time is-a-tickin'! I need to seriously buck up or...err...yikes...or what did I say in the beginning of this blog? Rules were made to be broken, right? 

For my single dress excursion for the last 2 weeks, I wore a dress to an absolutely fabulous party! It was definitely one of the greatest parties I can say I've attended. There's really nothing that beats hanging out with one of my best friends, her family and her little girls, Georgia and Cecelia (two of the cutest little sweethearts I know) And it even gets better.. it was a Frozen-themed birthday party! Of course I had to dress up, so I wore my new tie-dye dress(oops that makes #66). I love Frozen and I love my nieces!