So what do I wear now that I'm between sizes? (Maybe fashion bloggers like Privilege or Hong Kong Fashion Geek can help me out).
When you're pregnant, it's cute to show off your big belly. From Linea Negra, I bought a black stretchy dress with a sweeping long skirt and a halter top. It worked as a summer dress. It worked for the office with a cardi. It worked for evening with jewels and heels.
But it doesn't work anymore, because it's embarrassing now that my baby is 6 months old.
On the other hand, I still can't quite fit into my old formal evening dresses, most of which date from around the time of my wedding which was (gasp) more than five years ago.
So I need a Black Tie gown. And I need one that does not expose too much still-flabby skin or require my old nipped-in waist; but also does not look matronly or like a muu muu.
Honestly, Black Tie in Hong Kong is usually not really Black Tie. I'm sure there's some echelon of society far, far above me, where people swan around in diamonds and enormous puffy ballgowns. But in my world, the rare Black-Tie invite is usually for something media or arts related -- and scruffy journalists and free-spirited artists are not good at this stuff. For men, the terms are straightforward. But for women, Black Tie basically means Cocktail.
It means, C'mon, You Can Do Better Than Smart Casual.
Here's the economical solution: I have a plain Little Black Dress from Giordano Ladies, a mid-range local brand. It's not high fashion, but you can't really tell with Little Black Dresses. Sans label, it could be a simple shift from Prada.
It's my most reliable piece of clothing -- it doesn't fade, it doesn't sag, it stretches, it can be used a million ways. And with some new accessories, I could probably doll it up to an acceptable level -- maybe not Black Tie, but definitely Cocktail.
Or I could wander Elements and Lane Crawford and splurge on a new gown.
Practical? Not entirely. Like I said, I only go to these events maybe once a year. I'd have to buy it a size or two too big. And then, after I lost the rest of the baby weight, I'd have to get it re-tailored.
But a part of me is a little sick of being so practical.
Motherhood is absolutely wonderful, but it also makes you forget to take care of yourself. In the beginning, that's the way it's supposed to be. You give everything up -- your body, your sleep, your free time, your social life, your hobbies, your professional work, your hard-earned money -- to your baby.
Every day is planned far in advance -- from getting a nanny if I have to work on Sunday, to pre-making homemade baby food.
Shopping is entirely at places with names like Bumps to Babes. I'm not thinking about frocks. I'm thinking about whether I'm out of breast milk storage bags.
And except for some ridiculously un-attractive shoes I bought to accommodate edema in my ankles (yeah, sexy), I haven't done anything fun or luxurious for myself for a long time. Hell, I've barely been out for dinner with my husband.
Still, at some point, you have to find a balance and become yourself again and not feel guilty about it.
I chose these at random off Polyvore, not paying attention to the labels. It turns out (big surprise) that I have expensive tastes. The red toga-like dress on the left is Lanvin and the silver one next to it Valentino -- both outside my budget. The surprising floral one is actualyl a budget no-name brand. The short white one is Diane von Furstenberg, which I can afford financially, but not in terms of the current shape of my legs.
And the poufy prom gown? Totally impractical. But I added it because I happened to love its write-up: "1950's Vintage Persimmon-Pink Beaded Sequin Chiffon-Couture Sweetheart Low-Cut Plunge Shelf-Bust Strapless Nipped-Waist Rockabilly Ballerina-Cupcake Princess Circle-Skirt Bombshell Bustle-Peplum Formal Wedding Evening Cocktail Prom Party Dress." I mean, how many adjectives is that?
This seems like a good time to dreg up that old joke that was bouncing around the blogosphere way back in 2008. Here's the classic world's worst maternity evening gown, from uglydress.com: