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.