t-shirts to unbelievably comfy "housedresses" (designed for the modern mom).
Enter "dwell and slumber"....
I admired her dresses from a distance. I mean anything looks good on her and I thought the dresses were super cute (for a twenty-something adorable mom)
Then her sister bought one and I really liked the look and feel of the house dress. I would often say that I should try one. After all, I am all about comfortable and really these looked like an updated muumuu so how could a granny go wrong with that?
So I hummed and hawed and missed getting myself a house dress because these crazy things sell out in about ten minutes when the new stock is posted! Who knew buying a muumuu would be like trying to get tickets to a rock concert?!!?
So last time the shop restocked, my daughter surprised me by ordering one for me when she ordered hers. It was a lovely surprise and a most thoughtful gift.
And here I am four weeks later loving my horribly expensive, trendy muumuu. I am one happy, comfortable, fashionable granny these days.
But here's the catch ( and there is always a catch) :
These are NOT house dresses. My mom ( and her mother before her) could cook, clean, wrestle children and livestock in a house dress. They could garden and drive tractor and hammer nails and hoist bales in a house dress. My mom and grandma were "full time stay at home" moms (SAHM for the instagram/blogging crowd) and they were active and involved in every aspect of daily living. And they wore a HOUSE DRESS!!
With all due respect, the dwell and slumber dresses are instagram photo op dresses.
I have determined that if I meet an untimely death this week, it will be because I've had one of the following two accidents:
1. I set myself on fire when the sleeves of my house dress dragged across the element on my stove.
2. The sleeves of my "housedress" became entangled in the spin cycle of my washing machine and I was slowly strangled by $100 (CAN) worth of organically sourced, ethically produced cotton jersey (with a little spandex to make the strangling slow and painful)
The house dress is also useless at the sink...the sleeves are soaked after a few dishes and the sleeves also keep hooking on the wires in my dishwasher. The sleeves catch on door knobs and stair rails and pretty much anything that sticks out at arm level. The sleeves also managed to sweep the entire "bank" on to the floor last Sunday morning as I was playing monopoly with the littles.
Hats off to the gals that invented this dress. I've never worn anything more comfortable and I've barely taken it off since it was given to me. But seriously, I'm convinced that housekeeping and motherhood and this dress are mutually exclusive.
There are also a number of blogs boasting that you can sleep in this dress (which I have) and then wear it to work the next morning. (I haven't had the nerve to, yet). I have visualized the dress and the paper shredder and it's not a pretty picture.
Social media and real life make for some crazy combinations and this is one of them. I have bought in completely to this dress and I subscribed to the mailing list so I can get advanced notice of when the shop is re-stocked and ready to take my money. I have even thought of posting a photo of this "granny" in the most comfortable "muumuu" available to womankind.
And concurrently, I am trying to figure out how anyone gets anything done in this stupid dress. Yesterday was grout cleaning day at my house and I actually changed out of my house dress into yoga shorts and my husband's t-shirt to do a job that should be done in a "house dress".... Maybe modern SAHM don't do house work or at least maybe they actually don't post that part of life on instagram. I'm guessing the latter is the true story.
In the meantime, I will wear my dress until it falls apart or kills me and I can't wait until the shop has new stock!!
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