Sunday, August 7, 2011
You would think at some point, in a tired old mom’s life, vanity would wane. Hmmm…not so much.
Actually it’s worse. Cuz I look so bad I need all the intervention I can get.
Now sure, I’ll wear Spanx on a special occasion. By “special occasion” I mean events that involve the word “Millennium” in their title.
But that’s about it.
Until we had our All Staff meeting in May. One of our out-of-town staff shows up looking like a Viking Goddess! WTF?!?
I can’t stop raving about how amazing she looks. (And it is really rocking it for me, cuz she’s a yummy, mummy with a, um, curvaceous way about her.)
So she confesses.
“You know why we were late getting on the road this morning?”
“Cuz I had budgeted the time to pull on these high waisted spanx. But the waist cincher? See this thing (pulling up lovely coral blouse, and drapey pearl beads) and all these hooks?”
Gulp. “I see the hooks. There are a lot of them.”
“Well, I didn’t budget time for the fact that I COULDN’T SEE THEM UNDER MY BOOBS. So I’m late.”
“You mean you drove 2 ½ hours in that shit?”
“Yes. And I think I may be having a stroke.”
“Well that’s okay Honey. Cuz you look AMAZING.” (I do notice she is starting to speak out of one side of her mouth . . .)
Now I’m wearing a waist cincher . . . to pick my kids up from school.
And I look amazing.
But I did sprain my ankle . . . so I do need all the help I can get in the figure dept.
Cuz flats and ankle brace . . . not my best look.
But my waist? Tiny. Like Scarlett O’Hara’s. #delusional #lying #stillarealwoman