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Bring back the house dress

On this muggy day, I was thinking that it would be great if we brought back the common house dress. When I grew up, all the ladies of a certain age wore dresses to pick beans from the garden, do housework and wash the dishes.

As I recall, each of these dresses were about 20 bucks at the Fairview Mall in St. Catharines, Ontario. They came in a variety of colors and patterns. They hit right below the knee and they had one thing in common: the belt. So as a woman progressed from singleton to wife to mom to grandma, she simply let the belt out.

It was so incredibly easy.

Today, we are faced with serious fashion choices that don't generally fit the average middle aged woman with pre-menopausal girth. I have a pair of shorts that I love that I've kept for nearly a decade and now I can finally fit in them perfectly except for the waist which was meant for a 20-year-old. They all have waists like that, other than the shorts made from old lady polyester. Blech.

When finally I do get these khakis buttoned, I'm sure I'll still feel self-conscious about my muffin top, which has shrunken in size, but still juts out in an uncomfortable ridge.

The housedress allows all women to be equal, other than in the boob department. Not much we can do about that without surgery.

But the rest of the dress is terrific. See for yourself.



I may be on to something. You don't even need to wear underwear in the summer. If you're a mom that drinks wine or has too much beer, you can just walk out in the garden and whiz.

No one would be the wiser.

Except maybe your feet and they can be hosed off. Or licked clean by the dog.

I'm going to send my suggestion to Tim Gunn.

The house dress, the newest fashion sensation.

Everything old is new again, right?

Come on, we're not that different!



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