{the maxi pad}
Come now, ladies. When the topic is full coverage with the actual term "maxi", did you really think I would have the strength to refrain from the obvious comparison? I.am.weak. Know this. Weak and remembering my days waddling with insufficiently working winged tape in the crotchal area. Ahh, 16 feels so good secure again, no?
It's Cheap Thrills Thursday. Holla if you hear me, homey loves. This day is becoming one of my favorites here on the blog. A chance to air out the art of budget-friendly finds while saturating ourselves in the flow of fashion's finest. {air out. saturate. flow} Yes, it's alright. You can go there. Muuhahahhaha. Word choices are so much fun.
Today my blog is the pad of maxi. A home to celebrate the look of full coverage.
The maxi dress is...NOT MY FAVORITE. It's not that I don't think it boasts beauty or strength or good fashion. It's that it makes me hot. Freakishly hot. You see, I'm a leg sweater. Always have been. My body pours out perspiration preferably through the pores located in my extremities. Specifically, my legs. And there's nothing more claustrophobic than being locked into a look that creates a sauna within itself. The maxi dress is a closet bath house where sweating, mad dog sweating, ensues and yet from the outside all looks trendy well.
I long to enjoy the look of the maxi dress. I do. Its style set obtains a swanky vibe that draws me in. It's complimentary of most body types too. Wicked smart, designers. My little blog post regarding body types can't shake a stick at this elongated style. Long leggers, like me, can sachet like pros in the maxi. Those with a shorter stature intensify the bohemian look even more as their dress polishes off a cascading, grounded look.
Know what else? You can neglect shaving your legs for like ever if you opt for the maxi dress. This point in itself stretches me to all kinds of "sweat it out so you don't have to shave" internal dialogue. Yes, intense sweating and leg hair is highly attractive. I could be a stand-in/substitute for this SNL skit.
I tend to want to hoist the excess fabric and begin obsessively knotting it up for circulation. Stifled and drenched, I want out of the sucker. This diva above me makes it looks all kinds of simple. Check her all elegant and tailored divine. Hoisting, I tell you. I want that junk up for air.
But the very best perk of the maxi if you ask me? It's the 21st century version of Mrs. Roper's moo-moo where style trumps bloating every day of the week. And just like that, it would appear today's blog, The Maxi Pad, has taken us full circle. Don't you love it when that happens?
Sweat. Bloating. Unshaven legs. Claustrophobia. The inherent need to waft. What more can one ask for in an article of clothing? While maxi researching, I did stumble across this great blog tutorial for making your very own. Her instructions are very clear with great visuals too. And this make-your-own link is perhaps the only thing related to cheap for my Thursday post. Unless, of course, you count my tacky humor here at the Maxi Pad. In that case, Cheap Thrills Thursday is fulfilled.
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Happy Thursday, people! Tune in next Thursday for my secret, CHEAP perfume.
.mac :)