Wearing a red dress in the cemetary

And not just any red dress....-the- red dress. The one you always wanted to wear, but never had a reason to. The one you just didn't have any reason to actually buy, or any place to wear it to. Get it! Wear it! Who cares if it's to the grocery store? Who cares if it's not "sensible"? Just do it.

That's exactly what The Bloggess did several months ago. If you pay attention to what I post on Facebook, you've already seen this from me, but it's worth revisiting. I was going to post a couple quotes to entice you to go see the post, but it's just all too good to choose from. Go. Read it. Look at the pictures. Click through for more.

She looks absolutely stunning and oh so happy. What's your forbidden red dress? Maybe this'll help you along...

So today, think about what it is you need and were too embarrassed to ask for.  And then go fucking** do it. Wear a ball gown to the grocery store.  Invite the neighbors to have a picnic on the front lawn.  Get that novel out of your sock drawer and publish it yourself.  Stand on a bus stop bench and belt out a song for the waiting strangers.  Find a playground swing and remember how it felt to fly.  Find your red dress. And wear the hell out of it.

**Yeah, yeah, PG blog, no bad words here, blah, blah, blah. You know it wouldn't be the same if I censored those out. :P