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I feel pretty…oh so pretty…

I don’t know about you but there are just times when i want to feel beautiful….last Sunday night was one of them.

Every year my church does this nice concert at Christmas time, this year it was a jazz concert and all the ladies get all dolled up. Excellent. Except…I have nothing “dolled up” appropriate in my closet. Literally. Not “I have nothing to wear”= “I have nothing I want to wear”…it means…I have nothing to wear.

At about 4 months pregnant I purged my closet. Let me define “purging”…everything that did not fit my 4 month pregnant body went into a bag and into the guest closet…removed from my sight. THEN at about 7 months pregnant I decided that everything in said closet should go…done. give it away. I don’t even want it in my house. And there went my ENTIRE non pregnant wardrobe.

Don’t ever tell me pregnant women aren’t crazy.

And so I begged Brad to let me go buy something (not really…he’s pretty easy) and off I went shopping. Lucky for me my best friend was also shopping and we ran into each other almost immediately. She helped me sort through racks of dresses and we settled on a beautiful (cheap) dress that she had just the right accessories for. I was getting excited!  At home I made sure Zoe was fed, slipped into my silk robe and proceeded to pamper myself. It was luxurious. The next hour drifted by as I did my hair and makeup, taking my time and loving every minute of it. Then I slipped into my dress, grabbed the classy wrap and then in a moment of total unadulterated vanity took one final look in the mirror before heading out the door.

And then the middle (large) bead of my dress fell off.

I stared in disbelief.

I bent down to pick it up and my bracelets caught on my tights….

Smothering the urge to scream obscenities I made a quick decision. Regardless of the fact that my dress was missing the middle button. Regardless of the fact that I had a run in my tights at my knee. I was going to enjoy myself. I looked beautiful, darnit. And it’s been a loooooonnnnnnnggggg time since I’ve felt beautiful. Besides, I had a date night with my husband and nothing was going to keep me from that.

The concert was great. I think. I spent the majority of it in the hall with Zoe. I didn’t care….I felt beautiful. And so when we got home I didn’t change. I curled up on the couch still in my dress and my tights….and I cherished every moment of it. I stayed in that dress, in that moment, for as long as possible. It was amazing.

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