I saw this dress in an add for White House | Black Market and thought, “Ooo, I want that dress.”

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Then, after thinking about it, for you know, a split second, I thought, “I don’t need a dress like that! What is wrong with me?!”

Nothing’s wrong with me. I just want a pretty dress, and a pretty occasion, and an excuse to look pretty and act pretty. Apparently, the print ad worked on me. Sometimes, you just want to dress up.

I’m almost done reading Valerie Frankel’s Thin is the New Happpy. I really liked the blurb of it that was in Self, and hey, what’s one more inspirational weight-loss book? Woo-hoo!

I don’t like it as much as I thought I would, but it’s not bad. Surprisingly (to me), my favorite chapter is the one in which Frankel describes when Stacy London, of What Not to Wear fame, comes over to her home and goes through her closet (this surprises me because it made me like London – I’ve always been weary of her after seeing the show).

Frankel is resistant about getting rid of her old, non-fitting, sloppy clothes. She thinks caring about fashion is superficial.

London goes on to tell her that caring about fashion for the sake of having the newest “in” item is superficial, but there is a difference between caring about fashion and having personal style. Having personal style can make you feel empowered, confident, and secure. It can make you respect yourself. It can express who you are on the outside.

Yeah, I am not explaining it very well, but it really clicked with me. I get what she is saying, because I do feel better about myself when I dress nicer. Even if it means wearing a nice top instead of a t-shirt with jeans. Or wearing some nice shoes on the weekend. Or pants that fit to work.

But I have to be careful. Because I am only now beginning to be excited about fashion, and don’t have a base of essentials to build on. I have to be careful not to buy things, like the dress above, just because it catches my eye.

I need to work on developing my own personal style first. I think I’m getting there. Slowly.