Last week I decided to go dress shopping, inspired by the tan I’m starting to grow on my usually pasty-white legs, and the fact that I’ve recently lost a little weight. Nothing major because after all, slow and steady wins the race, but I have been able to go down a couple dress sizes in the last few months. (Who knew that exercising on a daily basis and changing your diet actually made you lose weight…it’s almost like it’s a science or something). I found this absolutely beautiful tuxedo-style black and white dress and it looked like we were made for each other. We both liked punk music (especially Bad Brains and Rancid), Chinese Food, expensive coffee, and how sometimes it rains when the sun is still out. When I locked eyes on this beautiful garment from across the room at Ross, Dress for Less, the song “Dream Weaver” started playing on my internal radio that soundtracks my life. I couldn’t wait to get her into my arms as I ran over with the speed of Flo Jo and the joy of that ...