I went clothes shopping today. Without children. That right there means that I actually went
shopping, rather than just running into the store, grabbing a few things in my size, paying for them, only to try them on at home to realize that things on a size 0 mannequin in the window don't look nearly the same as they do in my size on me. Shocking, I know. But the THRILL! Shopping without having to wonder which racks the boys are playing in and without having to take a stroller into the dressing room with me? Whoa. I almost didn't know what to do with all the room in there.
So I went dress shopping. I'll confess, it was fun having a saleslady waiting on me. I actually asked her to help me put accessories with this dress... what? Really. Accessories. Not that I bought them, but it was like playing dress up. But here's the strangest part, and maybe it's just me, but... since when do stores not put mirrors INSIDE dressing rooms? So I was forced to go and look in this GIGANTIC mirror outside my fitting room. So, of course, everyone in the store could come oooh and aaaah at my feeble attempt to look fashionable. So I can't help but stand there and realize that I just can't pull off the same type of dress that I did 10 years ago. Even the sales lady said, "you're looking at your knees and arms, not yourself in the dress." And maybe she was right (ok, she was totally right). But there was still something not right about the dress (even without noticing my arms and knees).
Then I try on dress #2, which I really wouldn't have picked out from the window display, but it was a fun dress none the less. Of course, since I have to show the entire store myself in the dress because of the car-sized mirror, a woman came up to me and says, "You have great legs, Young Lady." Well, thanks! I think. Wait... this wasn't some young hot guy, or even someone close to my age... think 40 years older than me. So basically, it's like my grandma telling me I look good. Which I would HOPE that she would do, because honestly, when I'm 70-something, I KNOW that I don't usually look as good as someone half my age, and I'd be happy to tell them that they look nice.
So I don't know. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth? I should be flattered, I know... but we'll see what my kids say later. That's when the real truth comes out: "Mom, WHY are you wearing a DRESS?"