New Year's day in the Greek culture (my adopted culture, courtesy of the Mr.) is actually a bigger deal than Christmas. It is a day for sleeping in, then eating, meze, ouzou, wine, roast pork, and of course tray upon tray of baklava, all made from scratch by my mother in law. It's an epic and delicious day.
Enter stretchy dress, that is short, loosley cut, essentially a cropped moo-moo, perfect for the intake of mass amounts of food!
Which is exactly what I did.
Now, to detox.