Today Juan and Max were sitting at the kitchen table playing a board game.  Juan is attempting to spend more time with Max, something that makes us all very very happy.  I sat on the couch and practiced my guitar some, but after awhile my hand cramped up.  I needed a new diversion.

Last week, late one night I made a splurge on-line purchase.  I ordered myself not one but two fancy party dresses, the kind I could wear to a cocktail party if I had one on my social calendar, the kind I could wear to a Bat Mitzvah. (I do have that on my calendar). 

I ordered them against my better judgement.  But I ordered them anyway because the last time I purchased something fun, beautiful and decadent was for a wedding over 5 years ago.  I was married back then and the dress, while still in fashion says “elegant married lady”.  Don’t get me wrong, I like my elegant look.  But I wanted something a bit more…flirty. 

I wanted something new to wear to Christmas parties and New Years balls.  I wanted something to throw on just in case someone called me up and invited me to put on 3 inch heels and drink fancy fancy drinks.

The dresses arrived yesterday and sat in a box on the couch.  I was having instant buyer’s remorse.  Afterall, the only holiday party I am sure I am going to is for work.  Oh, yeah and I am pretty certain we will go to Jackie’s   neighborhood party.  Last year I wore jeans to that one.  I almost sent the dresses back, sight unseen immediately, disgusted that I wasted money on something I clearly did not need.

But Max was occupied, dinner was done and I was bored.   I decided to try them on before sending them back.  Decided I would do it so that I would feel better when I returned them.  I was certain I would hate the way I looked and that would make me feel so much better about letting them go. 

I slipped the first dress over my head.  Just at that moment, my dear dear housemate who had done a load of laundry and was bringing me some clothes walked in.  I jumped up on the bed so as to better view myself in the mirror.  She immediately “oohed and aahed”  as if on cue.  Women housemates are worth their weight in gold just for their uncanny ability to “ooh and ahh” just when you need it most.  I spun around and shimmied just for good measure.  Yes…I thought.  This dress is good.  I am not certain I will send it back.

I stripped and put on the second.  There was more oohing and aahing …But I wasn’t convinced.  I wasn’t sure how I felt about the plunging neckline, the fitted waist, the bold red color and black polka dots.  Did I look flirty or did I look like a woman trying to be a girl?

I took off the dress and put on the first.  Back and forth we went, scrutinizing each dress…Did it fit properly?  Did it make me look curvy or fat?  How would it look with this bra?  These shoes?   I put on my very best underwear just to see how it changed things.  Everyone knows that dresses always look their best with good underwear.

I paraded into the kitchen in the first dress.  There was consensus all around that the beautiful black dress was a keeper.  It was ideal for the Bat Mizvah.  It was elegant and really only a little bit flirty. 

But the red dress…I just wasn’t sure.  I brought it out on a hanger.  Juan looked at me skeptically.  Max said he loved it and begged me to try it on.  I asked Juan if he had a minute.  Juan was always my personal shopper when we were married.  He knew exactly what looked good on me.  I trust his opinion.  After all, he once thought I was hot.

I ran into the bedroom like a little girl playing dressup.  I threw on the dress and came out.  Max told me I looked like a princess.  “You look awesome mommy” he said.  “Please keep it.  And please wear it everyday to work!” 

But the real judge was the guy in the coat, on his way out the door.  “Wow” he said.  I looked at him with a little smile and said, “I am not sure your opinion counts…You married me once.  Pretend you never married me.  What would you say if you saw me in this dress? Like for the first time.

“Its a beautiful Meg…Just beautiful.  I think I would say–wow”. 

I am keeping them both.  At least I think I am.  Juan left after that and I had to get on with my evening.  I kept the dress on.  I put on a pair of three inch heels and emptied the dishwasher. 

There is nothing like making your own party.

3 Responses to “A Party Dress”

  1. jen lemen Says:

    magic, meg! pure magic!!!

  2. Jen Ballantyne Says:

    Go Girl…keep them both, especially the red one. I love that you felt good, I love Juan’s response and Maxidoodle’s too! Something tells me you were meant to own those dresses and personally, I think you will have opportunities to wear them, wink. Take care my dear and do a little swirl for me. x

  3. KT Says:

    Oh yes!!! You must keep them both — wear them with a song in your heart and a twinkle in your step. Love you. Sorry I’ve been “away”, but always thinking of you