Her clothes are well-made and elegant, and she always faces tomorrow with a smile. Proverbs 31:25 (The Message)
Growing up, my favorite activities (next to reading which occupied much of my time) were exploring the woods around our house, crawling through the tall grass pretending to be a spy, digging in the muck and coming home filthy, riding my bike, climbing trees and generally being a tomboy. While I did play with dolls, I mostly built them houses out of shoeboxes or towels. When I was in middle school and desperately wanted to be liked, I did hang out with the popular girls and all the cattiness and jostling for power that was a part of those teenage years. But, my best friends were boys where I didn’t have to pretend to be something I was not. Although the era I grew up in wasn’t a time when girls wore jeans or pants, my dresses were generally serviceable homemade jumpers. Nothing fancy. I gave up dresses when a mean spirited middle school boy told me I had fat knees and from then on, wore mostly pants and jeans. When I grew up and had two boys, I continued my casual style. So, imagine my surprise over the last few months as I have been immersed in wedding plans, to find my inner girly girl immerging. It started with the sparkly wedding shoes I bought, flats yes, because I am a terrible klutz in heels, but all glittery and shiny. They make me feel kind of mushy inside. Then, when my boss noticed my nails grown long for the wedding instead of cut short as they usually are and when I confided I had never had a manicure, she urged me to get my nails done. What nail polish did I chose, but pink with glitter in it! As December 29 approaches, I changed my mind about my original decision to wear black pants and a silver shirt. Last night, I went shopping and at older son’s insistence, tried on a few party dresses and found not one, but two that I really really like. They have full skirts made of satin with tulle petticoats underneath. The silver one has stripes of sparkly material and the purple one, ribbon roses. The saleslady told me they would look nicer with “the proper foundation garments,” so I suppose soon I will be scheduling a fitting for those. I spared oldest son the experience though he has so often teased me about buying bras on the clearance rack, I should make him go. Now, I have to figure out what to do about my hair which looks pretty frumpy and according to my husband, makes me look old. Perhaps it is not the wedding at all, but the approach of my 55th birthday in 2013 that makes me more conscious of how I look, but this is all so out of character I am surprised. Yes, it is what is inside that makes me who I am, but I guess it doesn’t hurt to polish up the packaging once in a while!
I want to see pictures! You will look stunning. It is nice to polish up every once in a while.
Spanx? Spanx! Yes- let's see pictures of you in spanx!
Spanx? Spanx! Yes- let's see pictures of you in spanx!