Home... is where they love you.

I am home at last. It was a long day on the road. I am glad they were not icy or even snowy. They were actually clear as day. The fog was pretty dense in some areas, but Mel just took is slow (very slow) and we eventually made it.

We’ll me home for about a week and I am ready for some major R&R.

I think I have a problem

Today was a beautiful snowy Sunday. It snowed almost all day long. The snowflakes were falling by the dozen. Within minutes the ground was blanketed with a thin fluffy layer of white goodness. The perfect Sunday. All I needed now was the perfect dress to wear to church. Something festive in color. Something that would be warm. And something fun and feminine but not too girlie.

I have many dresses that meet those standards but it wasn’t enough. I just HAD to wear the newest dress in my wardrobe. The dress is beautiful and I felt beautiful in it.

The day was like any other Sunday. I went to church, had a few meeting then came home and had family/house dinner. When the night was over and I was getting ready for bed I went to get a hanger to put my new dress on... I didn't have one. Its then when it hit me. I decided to count how many dresses I have. I just might have too many.

You see I have been on a dress buying spree for the past few years. I knew I was approaching an unhealthy number of how many dresses one should actually own... but I did nothing about it. ha. As I counted the dresses in my closet I thought to myself, “Please don’t be a high number... Please don’t be a high number...” The final count was

twenty-six. That’s right.... 26!!

Oh my goodness. I think I have officially lost it. I have a dress-problem.

The 2nd to last dress in my closet brought back a lot of memories. I bought it back in college in the summer of 2005. The reason this dress is significant is because it was the first dress I had worn since I was 12 or so. This does not help my case at all. That means in 4 1/2 years

I have accumulated 26 dresses. Thats insane.

I feel like a drug addict admitting after years of drug abuse they have a problem. Which obviously I do... but I also don't want to go into ‘dress rehab.’ I love my dresses; every one of them.

(man I sound like they are my children)

Note: The number 26 does not include my 13+ skirts. Boo.