Yesterday started out roses. My morning mother's group was perfect, enlightening and inspiring as usual. My homeboys took long naps and I got some administrative work done during nap time. Things took a sharp dive around 3 and by 6:30 I was ready to call it a day. At 7:30 I fished the toenail clipper out of a toilet of pee, and that's about where my mood was as well. As soon as the kids were tucked into their beds around 8:30 I was ready to fall into my own bed and forget the day had happened.
Then I remembered that I was planning on donating some of my old formal wear today, and I thought it would be fun to try them on once more before saying goodbye. I made my spouse take pictures and texted them to the brides of those delightful weddings, and boy did I engage in some funny text conversations and trips down memory lane. That type of silliness and nonsense was just what I needed.
I shocked myself by being able to at least partially zip all of them! #winning. All but one were worn before I had kids, so I consider being able to squeeze into them, even though I technically wasn't breathing, to be a victory. The proportions are all messed up after birthing three kids in four years, but I'm still calling it a win, because the zippers budged some and didn't burst.
The pictures are much too horrific to post on the Interwebs, between my mom bod, the hair of a frazzled day, and my messy closet and bedroom in the background. I can't find any flattering pictures of me at the actual weddings, because I only have recent pictures on this computer, and I'm in between hockey periods right now, so I don't have time to search through my photo archives (if I knew where they were).
So instead, I'll share this beauty of me at my favorite hometown bar, wearing a stunning 1989 prom gown. That thing was glorious. If I were the proud owner, I would totally be keeping that thing. This was for my cousin's bachelorette party in 2006, which had an old prom/bridesmaid dress theme and was delightfully fun.
Four lovelies will be heading off to a local school today where I'm hopeful a student can use one for prom or homecoming, or maybe they'll make a debut in a theater performance. Thanks for the good times, dresses!
Then I remembered that I was planning on donating some of my old formal wear today, and I thought it would be fun to try them on once more before saying goodbye. I made my spouse take pictures and texted them to the brides of those delightful weddings, and boy did I engage in some funny text conversations and trips down memory lane. That type of silliness and nonsense was just what I needed.
I shocked myself by being able to at least partially zip all of them! #winning. All but one were worn before I had kids, so I consider being able to squeeze into them, even though I technically wasn't breathing, to be a victory. The proportions are all messed up after birthing three kids in four years, but I'm still calling it a win, because the zippers budged some and didn't burst.
The pictures are much too horrific to post on the Interwebs, between my mom bod, the hair of a frazzled day, and my messy closet and bedroom in the background. I can't find any flattering pictures of me at the actual weddings, because I only have recent pictures on this computer, and I'm in between hockey periods right now, so I don't have time to search through my photo archives (if I knew where they were).
So instead, I'll share this beauty of me at my favorite hometown bar, wearing a stunning 1989 prom gown. That thing was glorious. If I were the proud owner, I would totally be keeping that thing. This was for my cousin's bachelorette party in 2006, which had an old prom/bridesmaid dress theme and was delightfully fun.
This is mostly just to make my sister giggle.
Four lovelies will be heading off to a local school today where I'm hopeful a student can use one for prom or homecoming, or maybe they'll make a debut in a theater performance. Thanks for the good times, dresses!
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