For my entire life (or, like the past three years) I have been searching for a better way to be comfortable at home. I have tried pajama pants, robes, oversized t-shirts over shorts. But, what I have really been wanting is a muumuu. You know what a muumuu is, right? It’s this huge, shapeless, tent-like dress that basically touches your body nowhere.
I just haven’t been able to bring myself to buy one because, after all, 36 year old people aren’t supposed to wear these things. I’m pretty sure only grandmas who are getting cut in half by their elastic waisted polyester pants are allowed to buy one of these. Yet, my desire for the perfect comfy at-home outfit kept pushing me on to find something that is muumuu-ish that wouldn’t force me to turn in my young-ish wife card.
Then it happened. I was shopping at Goodwill and found the perfect muumuu-ish compromise. I found this:
It’s a leopard print maxi dress. And then it hit me that the whole maxi dress trend is just a sneaky way of wearing a muumuu everywhere! You clever girls! Guys didn’t even know what hit them. Muumuus for everyone!
Y’all. This dress is so comfortable. I don’t even want to take it off. It is like wearing a cloud wrapped in a cotton ball wrapped in cotton candy. Who even decided that the whole robe and tunic thing wasn’t in thousands of years ago? Jesus and His disciples and all their buddies were basically walking around in muumuus and I BET IT WAS AWESOME. Somewhere along the line someone decided that clothes needed to be uncomfortable. Whoever that was just got totally outsmarted by the maxi dress.
So, anyway, if I were to take a poll in my living room right now, I’m betting that Chad wouldn’t be the number one fan of my new sneaky muumuu. I’m guessing that the shapeless sack of potatoes look isn’t his favorite. As these things so often go, these cute maxi dresses look so adorable on other people. But, I’m afraid it’s not my best style. He has put up with so much from me over the years, though. Let’s just add this one to the list.
I’ve named her Tiger Lily. I’ve never named an article of clothing before, but I’ve never felt this kind of connection. Could it be that I’ve found true love? With a maxi dress? A muumuu from Goodwill? When I saw her across the racks I knew we were meant to be.
Don’t worry, I won’t fill my whole closet with muumuus (even though I want to). I’m just so glad to have finally ended my search for the perfect homewear. Not exactly a house dress like my great-grandmother wore, not exactly a Hawaiian print muumuu, but oh-so-comfortable to sit on the couch in.
Everyone wins! Except Chad. But everyone else!