The Easter Dress

Now I'm not sure about other parts of the United States, but I do know this: you have to have a brand spankin' new Easter dress if you live here in the South. I'm not really sure who started this tradition or why it has remained so permanently ingrained in my psyche, but I can not imagine an Easter Sunday without a pretty Easter dress to match. Yes, I know that my priorities are right up there.

The Easter dress shopping season begins, oh, somewhere in the month after Christmas, right when Hobby Lobby starts dumping all their Christmas decorations for something better - like Fourth of July decor in the middle of a February snowstorm. You gotta stock up early, evidently.

You will see the dresses start peeking out, especially in the little girls department. Little frills and pastels and even some madras prints for the nontraditional mamas. Little hats and patent white purses and shoes...it's all out there because choosing the Easter dress is the most important decision one will make in the spring/summer season. Pictures will be taken to live on in infamy and making the wrong choice is just unacceptable!

I can remember shopping for Easter dresses with my own mama, back in the day, and waking up on Sunday morning to not only my Easter basket (a post all its own) but the thought of wearing my brand new Easter dress to church that morning. I was overboard about fashion even at a young age. I had never felt prettier than I did on Easter morning in my new clothes.

I am 25 and yesterday, I bought this year's Easter dress. I have gotten a bit better about not going too overboard with it, mainly because we don't have the money. I went to Stein Mart (oh yes, it is heaven) and purchased the cutest little navy and white sheath with a chain link print. It's a great Easter dress for my church because they are pretty casual. I also purchased A-dorable Steve Madden gold shoes to wear with it. I even have a little white and straw bag I'm carrying to match. Old habits die hard, ya'll.

And yeah, I'm planning on what my future little on will wear on his or her first Easter Sunday. I know it's several years in the future, but a girl can dream, can't she? I am so turning into my mother.