By Claudia Saide | Photography by SUKILYNN
If I could wear a muumuu everyday for the rest of my life I would. Okay no, that’s a lie, but I’d wear one almost everyday—like, on the days when I just can’t with my jeans (happens more often that you’d think, believe it or not).
The thing is that muumuus, or tent dresses, or oversized maxis—you say potato—are a serious gift to humanity. The Mesopotamians had it right the first time when they invented the kaftan, and I don’t quite get why we’ve ever even evolved from only wearing things that are light and loose like that.
[Food for thought: if we were all still wearing kaftans day in and out, the world would likely be in a better place. Yes, I am summing up the majority of life’s troubles to tight clothes. Sue me, but I believe it.]
Perhaps you might see agree when you think about just how airy and disguising muumuus tend to be. You can eat carbs all day and you’d never have to worry about that inevitable tummy, you could be on your period and severely bloated and nobody would notice, you could hide a pregnancy, you could even hide the massive Barneys box that just arrived on your doorstep that you need out of sight because your husband is pulling into the driveway.
You could hide a whole lot.
Are you with me yet?
Good, because you can totally trust me. I like to think that I’m pretty well versed on the muumuu subject. You see, I’ve been wearing them since I was thirteen, and while I definitely faced my fair share of ridicule over the years, I’ve yet to give them up.
I love fashion, and I’ve always loved clothing, but I’ve never been one to believe that you should sacrifice comfort in the name of style. And since I find oversized, floor- length, shapeless dresses the epitome of DGAF chic (if you’ve figured out a better word yet, I’m all ears!), I don’t think that I’m doing anything wrong. My husband might, and so might most men for that matter, but hey, at the end of the day, I’m dressing for me, right?
So on that note, maybe I will take myself up on that aforementioned suggestion. Why not wear a muumuu everyday for the rest of my life?
I can dance if I want to.
Yes, I am summing up the majority of life’s troubles to tight clothes. Sue me, but I believe it.