Do you know how long it's been since I've donned a long dress? It was the last time I saw my husband in black tie attire. And the last time I've actually danced with my husband. That was at our wedding over sixteen years ago.
But this past weekend, along with some of our other adult family members, we attended a charity gala that was a black tie affair. I won't bore you with pictures or embarrass the men who very reluctantly wore their tuxedos and black bow ties, but I just have to say, that every girl needs one of these events periodically in life. I forgot how much fun it is to dress up. Not just casual khakis and sweaters for errands and volunteering at the school. Not just "nice" skirts or dresses for meetings, kids' performances, or church attendance. Not even the long flowing sundresses I love to wear on summer date nights with my husband. But dressing up in formal wear, with the sparkles, and the high heels, and the eye shadow, and actual lipstick. Spending a couple of hours getting ready instead of a few rushed minutes felt luxurious. It was fantastic to be going somewhere with my husband and not feeling as if I'd been thrown together amidst finding some boy's shoes or ironing someone's wrinkled pants or braiding someone's hair or tying someone's tie. It was just us, dressed in our finest, and spending the evening with other smartly dressed grownups who were together to raise money for a good cause. Even though we helped with this event, it wasn't me responsible for the dinner, or the cleanup, or the entertainment. I got to enjoy the evening with some of my favorite people; there was not a single ball cap or hoodie to be seen; and I actually got in a dance with my hubby. For one night, I didn't have to listen to children's complaints about dinner or remind everyone to brush their teeth and clean up their toothpaste spit or pick up wet towels off the bathroom floor. I got to feel like Cinderella at the ball with her prince, and when we got home before midnight, I was exhilarated and energized and ready to tackle another week.
So I have decided that every girl needs a formal night out...and more frequently than every sixteen years.
OK, at the risk of getting complaints from male family members later, I will bore you with one photo.