Let it all hang out.

Everytime I wear a Maxi dress, I think of my mother telling me repeatedly how she used to wear the same thing 30 years ago. I'm ok with that. She was hot.

But then I start to have these flashbacks.

When I was younger, I was tramatized. Admittingly, by my own family.

You see, they used to sing this song to me that they thought was absolutely hilarious because I would cringe with embarrassment and cry from humilty. I know they only did it for a reaction, and they really aren't cruel people. They actually love me a lot, they just love to give me a hard time too. Like the time they all mooned me from the beach house balcony. Ah yes, this is my family, and yes, that too will be saved for another blog post.

But, you might recognize this song....

Do your boobs hang low,

Do they wobble to and fro,

Can you tie them in a knot?

Can you tie them in a bow?

Can you throw em' over your shoulder,

Like a Continental soldier,

Do your boobs hang low?

(this is the only verse I know)

Notice the replacement of the word "ears" with "boob" Now let me tell you. I was not "well endowed" as teenager when they taunted me with this song. Maybe that is why they thought it was so hysterical.

I still don't get it.

But to my point. I was sitting here thinking about how much I love Maxi Dresses, and the thought of just feeling "free" came to mind. That feeling of "lettting it all hang out and hang loose" because no one can see anything anyways right? Yeah, it's fabulous

I love it. I feel free. I feel like a rebel. And I can now actually feel my girls "hanging low". Dragging the ground actually. If you want to be more specific.

Who would have ever thought this song that has haunted me my entire life is now my theme song. Thanks Mom. For the love, for the hard times, for the DD girls that mop my floor. I owe you one.

All Hail the Maxi Dress!

{was this TMI?? naaaahhhh....}