Monday, June 16, 2008

Cinderella I am...NOT!


Where is my fairy godmother when I need her?

Fun Daddy is taking me to the ball to celebrate the YMCA of Metro Chicago's sesquicentennial. (150 years). It is a black tie affair and I apparently need a gown.

Being a difficult fit and a difficult age sucks.

I can find plenty of prom gowns in my size. And I can find plenty of matronly mother-of-the-bride numbers too. What is a bitch to find is a formal dress for a woman of my advancing years. but still not middle-aged by my mother's standard (keeping in mind my mother thinks that SHE is middle-aged and how many 126 year old women do YOU know?)

I think I have if figured out though... What do you think? I think it is still a bit bright, but it is summer after all.

Now on to the shoes... I think I will skip the glass slippers. I hear that they are a bitch to walk in.

3 comments:

Sizzle said...

It's gorgeous!

Poppy said...

That dress screams "goddess". If you don't get that dress I will shake my finger at you. And please take pictures of you in it!

Chicka said...

Get it!!!!