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:
It's gorgeous!
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!
Get it!!!!
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