Despite my height, I love maxi dresses.
The long, flowing hem makes me feel like a beach goddess or a woodland fairy, waking from her reverie only to leap and spin in her natural habitat in a stunning array of colors and swooshing fabric.
But the little girl in me cannot resist climbing a tree and all grace and goddess-ness flies out the window.
I tried to flip all the way upside down before realizing monkey bars and dilapidated trees are two different things.
I found a sturdy branch, took a nap a la Katniss, then realized,
"Ah crud, how the heck am I going to get down now?"
Not so gracefully at all.
Any fellow tree climbers out there?
How about Maxi dress lovers?