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<a href="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef0134864ae9d8970c-pi.jpg" style="float: left;"><img alt="Elizabeth_taylor_in_butterfield_8" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341db04e53ef0134864ae9d8970c " src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef0134864ae9d8970c-500wi.jpg" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" title="Elizabeth_taylor_in_butterfield_8" /></a> (Stop me if you&#39;ve heard this before: I found this post in the archives of my old blog. I love it and how it&#39;s still timely so I&#39;m reposting here.)</em><br /><p>I love the retro fashions that have been everywhere the past couple of years. In fact, I spent all of last summer in flouncy skirts, and I loved it. Capri pants are still tacky, but cute printed skirts were the salvation for my post-baby body.

</p><p>My interest in retro clothing has nothing to do with the &quot;return to modesty&quot; movement, or even with a false sense of nostalgia for the fifties. It simply is an expression of my desire for more glamour, &quot;more pretty&quot; in everyday life. I aspire to live more elegantly, allow myself to be more girly, because it makes ME happy. Unfortunately, I don&#39;t do that nearly as often as I could.</p>

<p>I just read an article in the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/12/fashion/thursdaystyles/12SLIPS.html?8hpib%22" target="_blank">New York Times</a> about how slips are the new sexy thing and I completely agree. Sometimes hiding a little flesh is sexier. I used to love wearing thongs, but ever since one of my friends called them the &quot;bridge of disease&quot; I can&#39;t wear them as freely as I used to. Maybe I&#39;m a hypochondriac, but I now prefer boy shorts - specially pretty lacy ones. </p>

<p>When I was a little girl I imagined myself wearing beautiful slips as I sat at my dressing table getting ready to go out. I always had a martini in hand and was spraying myself with perfume. I was going to be so sophisticated and glamorous every day!</p>

<p>While I don&#39;t have room for a dressing table, why shouldn&#39;t I allow myself to be fabulous and elegant? I know all about the realities of everyday life, trust me, I&#39;ve been wiping a runny little nose all day. But really, how much more difficult is it put on a slip than the ratty old t-shirt I&#39;ve been wearing all morning? </p>

<p>When I was in high school, I once asked a friend why he dressed so nicely everyday. After all, we were just going to class. He shrugged and said &quot;it takes just as much effort to put on nice clothes as it does to put on ugly ones.&quot; He was right.</p>

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