So, forgive if it's lame, and or hastily thrown together, but I HAD to do it. Hells, i only have like 45 minutes before I need to leave for rehearsal and I am in NO WAY prepared to go. BUT, this seemed MUCH more fun than prep work.
First of all....just wanted to say...I LOVE my Mom. Just had a lovely chat with her when I went to pick up my kids. It was so nice to sit at the kitchen table and talk and discuss. She's a great listener, and I love her and appreciate her. Thanks Mom, for ALL you do to help me out.
The other Sunday Jer and I took an impromptu visit over to my sister Danas house. We don't often go over, well, anywhere these days. So, it was a treat to go over and have dinner, hang out, visit AND even play a hysterical game. When we were getting ready to leave Dana threw this dress at me that she was getting rid of. I eyed it a little warily. Let it be known that she and I just have different style. She will pick bold prints that I NEVER would choose. Yet, they totally work for her. Also, she wears short (knee length) skirts or dresses. I DO NOT! I have this wierd obsession with keeping my knees covered. I feel like I look wierd in shorter dresses, PLUS, I'm not so much a fan of my legs. NOT.TO.MENTION....I tend to sort of sit like a trucker. Lady like is not so much in my description. So, put me in a shorter skirt/dress...I'm screwed. AND, try keeping my lucious sized thighs all the way together...it's a trick! But, I digress.
Dress in hand, we left. I let it lay in the corner of my room for nearly a week before I decided to at least try it on. I was rather skeptical that it would even fit at all, she's a lot smaller than I am for goodness sake. However, when I tried it on, I was surprised to find that it did for the most part fit. A bit tight at the bubbies, but it fit. "Hmmmmm, maybe this would work."
I put it back on the floor and left it for Sunday morning.
Getting ready for church, thinking about how I really did NOT want to wear the one and ONLY dress I have, yet again. I'm sick of wearing the same thing every week. So maybe, just maybe I'd put this "new" dress on and just go for it.
I put it on, got myself situated and then walked into the other room to ask Jer to help me zip it (totally lame side zipper). His reaction was pretty awesome. After he put his eyes back in his head and picked his jaw up off the ground, he happily helped me zip. Apparently...this dress makes my already bodacious ta tas even more BODACIOUS!
Won't lie, he made me feel good. Even if I did feel naked and exposed with my knees showing, which SURELY meant that my butt was hanging out too. And, my buh-zooms felt more exposed than I thought necessarily appropriate for church. BUT, time was out and i had nothing else to wear, and my man thought i was hot. So, I went with it.
I may or may not have felt a little whorish in church. Just sayin.
Good thing I had Max to hold on my lap the ENTIRE time. And I absolutely refused to bend over, and or chase the kids, because nothing needed to be more exposed.
What? You want to see a picture? Ok, fine.
Let it be known, I made him take the pics before we left, so I could assess if I looked Ok, or totally hefferish in the dress.
Note Maggie and her positions. Cracks me UP! There is a shot of my backside, which I shall spare you from, but she is standing the same way as me in that one too. So funny.
So? Whore of Babylon?
Or is that just in my head?
Why did it feel like I was WAY more exposed than this picture shows?
And lastly...that dress says it's a size 16. WHAAAAAT?
Like a size 16 GIANT perhaps.
But, I'll totally take it.
Thanks Dana for a new dress. For convincing me to give it a whirl.
And now....I'm off like a herd of turtles to get ready for rehearsal.