Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Black and Brown (-ish yellow)

Yesterday I started looking for a “black tie” dress for this weekend.  
These events can be tough.  I can say that its not hard anymore to compare myself to other women when I walk into a room.  I can’t say, however, that walking into an event where almost everyone is highly concerned with how they look isn’t setting myself up.  but I want to support my husband, because I am sooooo proud of him for who he is and what he’s done, so I’ll just have to be on my toes, noticing what I’m thinking and feeling.
The last thing I want to worry about all night is how tight my dress is and how it felt a little bit tighter after I ate.  or constantly be pulling it down so its not too short, or pulling it up so its not too low.
I resorted to facebook.  I asked for help in finding a dress.  and to my delight, a good friend of mine, also the president of a pretty big political organization who attends occasions like this quite often, came to my rescue.  She threw two dresses in her car and told me to come by the office and pick it up anytime.
I practically ran to the car, (gently) threw my baby in the car seat, and rushed to her office.  She invited me in, showed me the options, and naturally the one I l.o.v.e.d. was Dolce & Gabbana.  My mom would have known what dress I would choose by how much they cost.  I can somehow always choose the one with more dollar signs.
I try it on as she grabs my baby and snuggles him (because letting him crawl on her floor would mean MURDER to her neatly stacked piles of paper).  It’s amazing.  really, truly breathtakingly beautiful (the dress).  and it fits.  bingo.
We walk to the bathroom for a better look, we both approve, and as I slip it off, I notice poop.  on my white shirt.  on her dress.  and as I shoot a glance at Smith on her hip, on her.
I was going to send her a card, maybe some flowers, but what says thank you like a little poo on your cardigan as an accessory for the remainder of your business day?
I graciously bowed out, mumbling profuse apologies, and slipped the dress under my arm before she had a chance to rethink her offer.

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