So, there's this once a year, fancy dress up occasion that the hubby and I attend. I mean, it's really, really fancy. It's a fund raiser for the school, and everyone goes all out. We get dressed up, hang out with friends, eat a fancy dinner, bid on prizes - and generally enjoy the heck out of the evening.
We both needed it this year. I mean, really needed it.
I went to Sephora and cashed my free makeover coupon I'd had for an entire year.
Then I went and got a fantabulous 1940's/1950's pin up hair style.
And we went and rocked out.
And a good time was had by all, even if I did get a bit teary right before we left - I remembered that, last year, I'd gone to show Joann my dress - I always did that before I went out fancy, she really loved to see me get dressed up. I had to force myself not to cry, because the makeup application took two hours - being that I'd asked for one step below drag queen - and there was no way in the world I'd be able to replicate it at home.
And we took a few pics when we got home, mostly for posterity - I was told by more than a few women at the party that my dress was gorgeous - one woman even said I was the prettiest person in attendance, so that felt nice.
Even if my boobs were the first thing to enter the room....
We had a great time.