I twirl in front of the mirror in our bedroom.
They call this a “wrap dress” and it does wonders for women like me, who have “romanesque” features. Or what I like to call, a chest and hips. You know double digit sizes like me.
I twirl again, the fabric against my bare legs, feeling like satin.
It’s actually 100% polyester I’m sure, but after the winter we’ve had, the feeling of this fabric
as it swirls and licks at my legs is enough to make me giggle.
it feels so good , my legs breaking free from thier own cabin fever, after months of slacks, pants and tights.
I push myself up on my tippy toes, and I fluff my hair.
I am having a good hair day, my short, Victoria Beckham cut, framing my face. The highlights in it catching the light from our bedroom ceiling fan.
My makeup is enhancing my eyes and my bright lips, the color of watermelons, is brightening my mood.
I touch the baubles at my neck, centering them on my frame, right above the V the wrap dress is making of my breasts. I smile and wink at myself. Having fun with my reflection. I lightly flick the hoops in my ears and turn on my heel.
Now to find some shoes to go with this look.
I get down on all fours in my closet, and I rummage.
What a silly word I think, but in the next thought think it’s sounds exactly like what I’m doing.
RUMMAGING.
I have to find black shoes, this dress, needs something as fun as it is.
A pair of shoes that are as amazing as I feel today.
When I was younger, I didn’t wear dresses like this.
That quote that “youth is wasted on the young” is so true.
I had a hot body, and kept it hidden away in turtlenecks , overalls and flat shoes.
Ihave an ex boyfriend, that used to beg me to throw away those turtlenecks, to buy something with a low neckline that showed off the reasons that he liked me in the first place.
I never listened.
It’s funny that at that time of my life, a time of desire, passion and lots of college aged sex that I dressed like a nun or a gap representative.
And now when I hardly have sex and feel less wanton and more wanting, I find myself gravitating toward shoes & clothes that would make Carrie Bradshaw squeal.
Life sure is really is fickle and confusing.
Oh so I’m still rummaging and looking at all my black shoes, too safe, too low, not the right color black, looks great with pants but not this dress, I need a boost, something that propels me to new heights, literlly and figuratively.
And then as I am ready to give up and just settle for a pair I wear often and will still make me somewhat happy, my hands touch a shoe that is sitting on it’s side on the top shelf hidden under the hanging pants and tops.
I feel it and snatch it up and it’s partner holding them up in Victory.
Oh I had forgotten all about you.
Black, snakeskin, four inch stiletto heel
They call these a peep toe, and as I slip my bare foot inside them, there is my toe playing peek a boo, sitting so perfectly in the hole meant for it.
The color of Pink Cotton Candy on it, shiny and glossy.
That’s how I feel , shiny and glossy , in these shoes, in this dress.
I turn to face the mirror and suddenly I am so much taller, I can no longer see my head.
I laugh out loud.
And twirl again.
The fabric swirls, my laughter rings out in that bedroom before I hear the commotion downstairs and know I really should stop admiring myself and get downstairs to my family and our morning ritual of getting out of the house.
But I take one last look back, my legs bare, and sexy under that dress
in shoes that I just rediscovered.
God, I feel good.
Those are some super hot shoes. And that is the best feeling in the world. You captured it well.
Work it girl. Work it like you own it!!
It's so much tougher to see beauty in the mirror after having kids.So happy that what you see brings you joy!
Love your confidence in this post!
Those are some SEXY shoes. I really really loved this post. I loved the line about feeling less wanton and more wanting.I have recently been going through a divorce and have found myself in this situation more than once. The situation where I finally am wearing something that I feel good in, maybe even hot in, and I have also been realizing I am going to need to do some shopping before I get too into dating. Too many mom clothes.
I'm thinking a pair of those sexy black heels would fit nicely in a new wardrobe.
Wow, oh wow…to both the shoes and this writing. You have some mad talent Kir!
I adored this line…"I need a boost, something that propels me to new heights, literally and figuratively." It resonated with me and though said with few words brought a ton of emotions to the table of an all ready hearty feast of feelings!Your writing was beautiful and the story really hit home with me!
I love this! Isn't it amazing what the right pair of shoes can do for your self esteem?!
Oh I love this. I totally didn't expect the ending – with the kids waiting downstairs. So beautifully written.
OH my my…. I wish I had written this post. SighSo fantastic and full of energy. I loved it.
Fantastic post. I could totally FEEL what was gnu on, in mind and body. Perfect!
Going on … Not gnu … Autocorrect got me! Sorry!
I LOVE those days, when everything just falls so perfectly into place and the true beauty shines through!
Wow, I was so right with you all throughout this piece. There are days when you just stand back and say "Damn". I wish I had more days like that! I love the infectious attitude here.Those shoes? Wow. I used to wear shoes like that. I used to have 50+ pairs, most of them like that pair. Sigh.
Publish this please… I'd like a book of your writings!
You look hot. I love that you know you look hot. And those shoes are awesome. Aren't moments like that fabulous? Got get 'em.
Oh, what woman can't relate? Fantastic. I like that line about being less wanton and more wanting… Rang very true.
I love your confidence shining through in this post. Sounds like you wore those shoes well. Great piece!
A) Those shoes are hot!B) I loved this post. I loved the twirling, the happiness, the elation.C) I want to know more about the wrap dress. As a woman who is all boobs and hips – in other words, when dressed in white I resemble a snowwoman – I'm intriged.
Really fun and happy post, I loved the energy of it! I often hate at that the time I was my slimest I chose to hind my body.Sigh, also I want some shoes like that and the ability to walk in them.
This is awesome! I hid my body for years too…and wish now I had tossed aside the baggy overalls and ugly t-shirts and enjoyed what I had!I could just picture you in that dress…
This is such a fun post. Very often do we get to have moments where we feel amazing despite our perceived imperfections. And of course, everything is better with hot stilettos.
This was so great! This was captivating to read, I so wanted to feel this way!
Bangin shoes!!! I couldn't even WALK in those! LMAO.And I was the same way. I didn't show off curves very often at all – and that was when I got laid the most. Somehow being older I feel the need to flaunt more – confidence issue, who knows?
Those are some pretty awesome shoes!And as moms I think that we all need a boost every once in a while! And an awesome pair of shoes like that with a pretty dress are just the ticket!
Those are some pretty awesome shoes!And as moms I think that we all need a boost every once in a while! And an awesome pair of shoes like that with a pretty dress are just the ticket!
Oh, what woman can't relate? Fantastic. I like that line about being less wanton and more wanting… Rang very true.
Wow, oh wow…to both the shoes and this writing. You have some mad talent Kir!
It's so much tougher to see beauty in the mirror after having kids.So happy that what you see brings you joy!
Those are some super hot shoes. And that is the best feeling in the world. You captured it well.