"Mommy! This dress is sparkly and you look a Barbie!" Sophia exclaimed while we were in the dressing room. The girls and I had gone to Goodwill to reward them for chores well done and overall stellar behavior. As a treat, I told them they could pick out some funky dress-up clothes.
Sophia, who is all but three, upon finding a siren red, flouncy evening dress in her size, latched onto it with her chubby hands like a pit bull on steak. "This will come in handy later on when we go to After Christmas Sales as she gets older," I mused. She would not let go of that dress until we were safe in our dressing room. Once she put it on, Sophia looked like a little flamenco dancer and began to swish her skirt to the music playing on the store sound system.
Arie found a lovely off the shoulder number that made her look like a mini tango dancer. As they both sashayed around our dressing room, I sat back and basked in the glory that some things are simply genetic. They may not have gotten my chestnut hair or olive completion, but By Golly they've got FLAIR!
Little did I know the tables were about to turn on me. My daughters were THRILLED when they stumbled upon what they deemed to be "Mommy dress-up clothes" which were situated on a rack right outside our dressing room door. Yes. We are talking about none other than REALLY BAD BRIDESMAID DRESSES!
You think you pass a certain point in life and the request by girlfriends to wear taffeta and chiffon becomes a thing of the past. Until now.
The girls were so gleeful at the thought that I could join them properly attired for their princess parties that I couldn't refuse.
I plonked down my $10 and even the Goodwill cashier had to do a double take. I am now the proud owner of a sapphire blue, multi-tiered lace frock that can only be best described as Shocking. Tea with stuffed animals will be served at 3 and finally I have something to wear!
