In Search of the Perfect Little Black Dress

Weird as it may sound, I find it hard to find the just-right little black dress. I swear that once I find it hanging in a store and I can afford it, I’ll buy it immediately. Every style bible swears by the timeless importance of an LBD; one can never have too many little black dresses.

I was at Robinsons Galleria two days ago and I was looking at boutique after boutique while waiting for my good friends Homer and Jethro. They had little black dresses on the racks but I just could not find the unexplainable oomph factor that I was looking for.

It may be the one that can accentuate my legs and hide my still-being-sculpted ab. Having an apple body type somehow made me a shoo-in for short flowy dresses. But it’s not just that. I was looking for a certain fabric and a certain style that screams simple yet not-so-simple.

I guess it’s really happening for real. I am starting to have a love affair with my closet. It is no longer a superficial staple to cover my skin and to keep me moving in the hustle of bustle of life. It has evolved into something I have a healthy interest in. At this point, I think I can now succumb to the proverbial retail therapy.

Years ago, this would be unthinkable. It was just books and more books. Again, I am a late bloomer in this category. But it’s never too late to begin. And understandably, I begin with the little black dress, because every person exploring about style begins with the classic charm brought by the LBD.