Thanks for: Dressing Like A Disney Princess at Work

Dear Mom,

Just because I’m in my twenties and going in to work does not mean that I can’t secretly dress like a Disney Princess. You didn’t flinch when I wore the Batman shirt under my blazer or the Captain America earrings or inadvertently told my boss that I thought leopard onsies should be acceptable work attire – so it’s odd to me that the dressing like Elsa amuses you.

I mean it’s not like I’m wearing a gown and throwing snow at people. I bet my boss hasn’t even realized that I’m dressed like Elsa.

After all, when we bought the shirt you didn’t realize that I loved it for it’s Elsa-ness. To be fair, I didn’t even realize it. I was just like ‘I need a shirt. That shirt is blue. I like blue. I will try on that shirt.’

I truly am the most avid of shoppers.

Then I put the shirt on, looked in the mirror, and choked on air. The shirt was light blue, had tiny silver divet/sequin/embellishments (I don’t what you call them) all over it, and when I lifted my arms it got all drappy like a cape might be involved. Let It Go needed to be sung. I immediately did not care if it was form flattering or not, it was the Elsa shirt and I wanted it.

Thankfully you actually know what looks good on me (FYI this is why you still accompany me on shopping trips), and you gave the shirt the stamp of approval as I stared at the mirror with snowflakes in my eyes. You only realized it was my ‘Elsa shirt’ when I accidentally called it that trying to describe it to someone.

But I am so thankful for this shirt. I put it on with my dress pants, throw my hair into a side braid (a genuine challenge for this curly mass), and pop on a snowflake necklace – suddenly I’m a Princess. Or a Queen. Queen Elsa of Arendelle. And if you don’t think that mindset follows you throughout the day, well, you’ve got another think coming.

Because I spend the whole day prancing on air because that’s what royalty does, Mom.

Nothing can touch me, everything gets down efficiently, and please save the person who tries to be rude – Queens don’t take no nonsense. So go ahead and smile at my shenanigans, I know you love your nerd.

And thank you shirt, for being so inspiring.



Thanks for: Sunglasses and Scarves

Dear Snowy Sunshine,

The clouds have parted. Finally the sun is back. I’d forgotten what it looked like as the clouds of destiny took over the sky and dropped buckets of white stuff upon the earth. Everywhere. So much snow shoveling. Great exercise but oh so cold and stuck under a dreary grey sky.

But the sun is back, shining it’s shine.

But the cold and the snow are still here.

As such, I find myself in the uncommon position of wearing a winter coat, boats, scarf, TARDIS toque, mittens, gloves under mittens, and sunglasses. I’m so thankful for the dichotomy. What are you doing sunglasses? You are a summer attire option but I’m wearing you in February.

Being brilliant, that’s what you’re doing. I thought summer was sunny but seeing the sun reflect off the white snow is blinding. The world just went through some kind of filter that makes you squint because everything is so overexposed. But there you are sunglasses, restoring my capacity to see and bringing a little bit of summer to the winter.

The fact that I’m simultaneously wearing sunglasses and normal glasses should not be mentioned.


Thanks For: Women’s Dress Pants with POCKETS

Dear Fashion Designers of Office Attire,

Is it so hard to put a set of functional pockets on a pair of pants? Heaven forbid the practicality factor get in the way of your design. Those two little slits and a patch of extra fabric are certainly going to ruin absolutely everything. How dare I require a place to put, say, my cell phone. Pshaw. Who needs to carry that around?

Even better dress pants with fake pockets. They look like pockets, they sounds like pockets, sometimes they even have fabric just like pockets should. But no pockets. It’s just a trick to make you think that pockets are available. Pants like these belong in the same category as pantyhose – evil limb garmets.

But this blog is about happy thankful things. Hold it together Aria, find your happy place. Oh wait, what? I forgot my happy place at home? MAYBE IF I HAD POCKETS I COULD HAVE BROUGHT MY HAPPY PLACE WITH ME.

However, if you’re a pair of dress pants with pockets. Hello darling. Even if you’re the kind with real pockets that have been stitched together just in case you wanted fake pockets like a crazy person,  I love you and am willing to take those stitches out. The joy of putting my hands in my pockets, stashing my iPod on my person, secretly carrying mints around for long meetings. It’s a beautiful thing.

All pants should have pockets. All clothes should have pockets. Should the day come I will work really hard to get a wedding dress with pockets.

Yeah pockets.