This morning, I wore a white dress that reminds me of either a large doily that laid across the backs of country blue and mauve camel back couches in the 80s or a macrame project from the 70s.
as soon as the kids started crawling on me in Sunday school, I knew I was not dressed appropriately.....
The dress is knee length and form fitting and therefore my spanx slip is mandatory, as well as my two inch heels that shape my legs and calves as too much of them are seen.
Any chance of turning my short full figure into a semi descent or attractive look was shot when a spirited child decided to run across the gym and out the door.
Seeing as how I was having difficulty walking gracefully earlier, I didn't try to run in those heels. I ripped them off and left them beside my Sunday friend, I sprinted (slow figure flopping run) across the gym and out the door. My new friend was retrieved but I quickly realized I had a major fashion issue. My spanx slip was now above my butt in a tight roll around my waist. I was barefoot and pretty sure my hair was rising with the sweaty humidity my body was generating.
Why do I share this with you?
Because of what happened even later in the day.
I love wearing heels, but sometimes (probably most times) my flip flop backyard bare feet have trouble walking in a confident "I own this look" manner.
I do not dwell on such issues until this afternoon's movie.
The lead female, tall and thin, was wearing a white dress and heels.
She ran. She sprinted. She jumped, hurdled, climbed and everything else in that white dress and those high heels and never lost the "dang girl!" factor.
Jack leaned over and said "that would be you mom"....
Unfortunately, he was referring to the man that, while pterodactyls were dive bombing and eating everyone around him, he gracefully saved his two glasses of margaritas.
And I figure that is just as beautiful and graceful as a woman conquering the world in heels....