Like every woman, I have an inner diva. She is bedecked in baubles, and frilly frocks, and pretty shoes, all the time. Even in bed. This diva rarely comes out. Maybe once a year for the Holiday Ball, and perhaps on days when I am making a casserole for dinner and baking a cake for dessert. I do wear my pretty aprons and pretty shoes and pretty jewelry then. Ok, I wear pretty jewelry to do laundry. I seldom go out, so I have to wear it when I can. Some of you do it too, I bet.
Anyway, I had to put The Diva on hold again. The first time was with Eldest. She needed a long evening gown with a “tail”, for a runway show. We searched high and low, and finally found a divine creation that fit her well. A divine creation by Badgley Mischka. Now, on my List of Things to Do Before I Dieβ’, I have this at #53: own a gown by Badgley Mischka. But who gets one before I do?? Yeah, I let it go after a few months minutes.
I thought the designer stuff was over with, since Eldest is pretty good about keeping to off-the-rack and vintage stuff. But of course, I have three children. And this time, my son was in need. His orchestral attire consists of a black suit. Now, for some people this is easy peasy. But he is so tall and thin, I finally had to resort to going to a men’s store, where the suit and pants could be tailored to fit. We find one that is close enough to his size to need only a few alterations. A suit by Michael Kors.
It’s like the Universe was laughing at me.
But like any good mom, we do what’s best for our children. Designer clothing isn’t the norm for my kids, but sometimes one has to make exceptions. In both cases, I either had earned discounts or the item was on clearance, so that helped tremendously. Still, my wish for a Diva outing has to stay on hold for a while.
Besides, the Reality is soooo much more comfortable π
October 14th, 2011 at 10:46 AM
Works that way, doesn’t it? I have the oldest car, computer and phone in the family. It’s not noble sacrifice, I just like my stuff and it all seems to matter much more to them. I treat myself with powder and primers, though.
October 14th, 2011 at 12:49 PM
Hm…I have the oldest computer, too…. and Hubby and I have the oldest phones, too…
But I do have a new vehicle π
October 14th, 2011 at 1:54 PM
The closest I get to an inner diva is vajazziling my nether regions* on a Friday night.
(Edited because my kids read this blog!)
October 14th, 2011 at 6:46 PM
“I love the smell of vajazziling in the morning.”
October 14th, 2011 at 5:02 PM
Heh ok, did not think on that.
October 14th, 2011 at 6:47 PM
You know I *heart* ya, Jonahex π
October 14th, 2011 at 8:13 PM
Like most women, it is just my tattoos you love
October 14th, 2011 at 9:38 PM
Michael Kors?
You don’t have Men’s Warehouse in Texas, do you?
I, having not bought a suit in more than a decade, was pleased to buy two, tailored, Italian, three-piece suits for $500. They even threw in a shirt and a silk tie.
Nice, but still not as good as the cashmere sport coat I found at the thrift store for $20. C’est la vie.
At least your robe and curlers are color-coordinated. π
October 14th, 2011 at 10:30 PM
That’s where I went, SG. But the boys’ section didn’t have the sale the men’s section did.
Grrrrrrr……..
October 15th, 2011 at 8:45 AM
Like that little ol band from Texas said, everyone loves a sharp dressed man. The same holds true for girls.