About a month ago, I woke up and was all: yeah, I might feel like a wreck but I'm tired of looking like one, too.

I felt like a Slothalump.

I don't know what a Slothalump is. I just made that up.

Point is, I was tired of looking like one.

So, I started dressing up every day.

Funny thing happened.

I started feeling better.

Hint: I wasn't dressing up for my man. I was dressing up for myself.

Because it made me feel better.

"Where are you going?" my children asked.

"Nowhere. Just here."

I shall go nowhere wearing red denim and a velvet coat!

Dress for the day you want to have, not the day that wants to have YOU!