Ahh, sweet freedom. Although it's still ridiculously cold in our neck of the woods, the snow has melted just a bit, leaving me the smallest of leeways to sneak out of the driveway and run errands this week.
And by "run errands," I actually mean I got to go shopping, pick out things that didn't fit, and stare at my confused expression in the dressing room mirror. Thereby confirming suspicions I should've stayed home, waited for the next snow, and built and igloo around myself and my stretch marks.
I hear it both tones and tightens and hides you from direct paths of vision.
As luck would have it, the local morning show here in Kansas City asked me to come back and talk about New Year's resolutions, so finding something to wear that didn't have holes in it was on the menu. Thankfully, Husband was home this week so I could go on my little retail excursion and drown in polyseter and junior's sizes mistakenly put in the women's section.
Two hours of shopping, and a u-turn back to my closet, I ended up wearing things I already had. Except for the lone gray sweater I found buried under bargains, the rest of my ensemble was picked out by Sundance, who said I have, "Beautiful spanx."
I'd say the morning went pretty smoothly, except for the part where I heard Lori Loughlin was going to be there, and then shouted "Aunt Becky's here," and started poking around doors, before someone told me she was video conferencing in.
Color me embarrassed. And also, the picture of me and Aunt Becky I would've used at the top of this post has been replaced by one of me in a grey sweater. My apologies.
That said, here's a clip of me and my beautiful Spanx trying not to scare off the entire KC metro area.
I even wore tights that don't have runs in them. Well, they have a tiny rip. And they're my only pair. I really hope they hold out for the rest of 2014.
Until Next Time, Readers!