Irrational Obsessions

Lately, I've been having fashion fantasies that have nothing to do with my life as a 6+ months pregnant mother of an active toddler girl. They are fantasies of strutting around in sharply tailored, perfectly stunning, meticulously orchestrated ensembles. Of dressing up. Really dressing up. In a way that hasn't been fashionable for a long time, until now. Fall's fashion and accessories trends are so gorgeous, so decadent and so different that they inspire me to toss my entire wardrobe (and considerable shoe collection) and start over. If I could, I would stock up on:
1. Flawless, 40s inspired suits and ladylike dresses cut very close the body
2. Racy, romantic, vintage-y lingerie in completely impractical shapes and fabrics, the kinds of underthings you can't possibly wear under knits and other everyday fabrics. (Among other issues, let's just say that my temporarily enormous breasts could not be contained beneath wispy layers of chiffon and tulle. Believe me, I've tried).
3. Dozens of platforms in jewel tones and brights, in python and patent, particularly those from Miu Miu and Dior
4. Minidresses in sparkly sequins and sexy silks to wear dancing
5. An obnoxiously high-maintenance beauty routine that requires armloads of new makeup and skincare products, and frequent trips to salons and spas in exotic locales

Sigh. Sadly, my fantasy life and real, schlepping-the-baby-around town in comfy babydoll dresses life do not meet on any level, but someday...